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NOTHING!\n\nHuh, uh, uh, help please!\nHuh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*\n\nIt's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...\nIt's assassination, I sta...\nIt's assassination day...\nIt's assassination day, I\n\nRyzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh\nI move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light\nInvite the fight, we all die tonight\nThe life I lived, a 25 to life bid\nParole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive\nCREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk\nThree G's accost in Supreme Court\nWhite lies and blackmail land me back in jail\nWe're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail\nStranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind\nIt comes time I take back what was once mine\nCrunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter\nDevil's poisonin the birth water\nThe earth daughter rest her head on my chest\nThrough the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest\nWhile the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin\nCentral broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh\nTrapped in deep-water gaspin\nI Clash With the Titans from my half on the action\n\nI stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears\nScorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears\nYou're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered\nDevils still peeled it still they're living built tilted\nMC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic\nLactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice\nYou can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable\nOne nation under God, indivisible\nWith liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches\nThugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches\nUnforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel\nDecapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable\nInterchangable, caution flameable\nMy chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles\nAnd strangles, microphone cords start to dangle\nSilent as the gases that pass throughout your anal\nRetrieve through your doors\nSeep out like sweat through the pores\nDestroy your internal organs with the biological warfare\n\n(Assassination day)\nFirst of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon\nDon, spread it out like Grey Poupon\nSplurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb\nAction word, flowing like a blackbird\nGod came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw\nHe hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah\nYou handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga\nHold on like bullet-proof Acuras\nYou so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high\nYo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow\nYou won't play me like your lady\nPay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby\nFinal destination Haiti\n\nWar is extremely serious and it saddens me\nTo have to take tings to deadly measures\nAnd have you measured and shot for no pay\nIt's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey\nTranked by deceptional sounds that deceives\nAnd lures MC's to the lair\nWith a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed\nTemptation tempts my victim to proceed\nForward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat\nYou'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat\nNow who's best to describe for what I specialize in\nMurdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin\nMy mind spits with an enormous kickback\nYour brain didn't absorb the impact\nDisorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...\n\nIt's assassination day, I\nIt's assassination day\nIt's assassination day\nIt's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\nIt's assassination day, I stalk my enemy","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.95] What? Hey yo!\n[00:02.70] There's no coke!\n[00:03.61] What?\n[00:04.54] You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!\n[00:05.80] What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?\n[00:08.14] I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!\n[00:09.93] There's gotta be coke!\n[00:11.77] There is nothing! 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I've been in every fuckin room!\nThere's gotta be coke!\nThere is nothing! 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I've been in every fuckin room!\nThere's gotta be coke!\nThere is nothing! 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I've been in every fuckin room!\nThere's gotta be coke!\nThere is nothing! 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NOTHING!\n\n  Huh, uh, uh, help please!\n  Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*\n\n  It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...\n  It's assassination, I sta...\n  It's assassination day...\n  It's assassination day, I\n\n  Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh\n  I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light\n  Invite the fight, we all die tonight\n  The life I lived, a 25 to life bid\n  Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive\n  CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk\n  Three G's accost in Supreme Court\n  White lies and blackmail land me back in jail\n  We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail\n  Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind\n  It comes time I take back what was once mine\n  Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter\n  Devil's poisonin the birth water\n  The earth daughter rest her head on my chest\n  Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest\n  While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin\n  Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh\n  Trapped in deep-water gaspin\n  I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action\n\n  I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears\n  Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears\n  You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered\n  Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted\n  MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic\n  Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice\n  You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable\n  One nation under God, indivisible\n  With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches\n  Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches\n  Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel\n  Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable\n  Interchangable, caution flameable\n  My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles\n  And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle\n  Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal\n  Retrieve through your doors\n  Seep out like sweat through the pores\n  Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare\n\n  (Assassination day)\n  First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon\n  Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon\n  Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb\n  Action word, flowing like a blackbird\n  God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw\n  He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah\n  You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga\n  Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras\n  You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high\n  Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow\n  You won't play me like your lady\n  Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby\n  Final destination Haiti\n\n  War is extremely serious and it saddens me\n  To have to take tings to deadly measures\n  And have you measured and shot for no pay\n  It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey\n  Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives\n  And lures MC's to the lair\n  With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed\n  Temptation tempts my victim to proceed\n  Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat\n  You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat\n  Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in\n  Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin\n  My mind spits with an enormous kickback\n  Your brain didn't absorb the impact\n  Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...\n\n  It's assassination day, I\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n"},{"id":39189390,"name":"Assassination Day","trackName":"Assassination Day","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Ironman [2001 Reissue]","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There's no coke!\nWhat?\nYou heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!\nWhat the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?\nI've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!\nThere's gotta be coke!\nThere is nothing! 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NOTHING!\n\n  Huh, uh, uh, help please!\n  Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*\n\n  It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...\n  It's assassination, I sta...\n  It's assassination day...\n  It's assassination day, I\n\n  Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh\n  I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light\n  Invite the fight, we all die tonight\n  The life I lived, a 25 to life bid\n  Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive\n  CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk\n  Three G's accost in Supreme Court\n  White lies and blackmail land me back in jail\n  We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail\n  Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind\n  It comes time I take back what was once mine\n  Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter\n  Devil's poisonin the birth water\n  The earth daughter rest her head on my chest\n  Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest\n  While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin\n  Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh\n  Trapped in deep-water gaspin\n  I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action\n\n  I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears\n  Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears\n  You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered\n  Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted\n  MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic\n  Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice\n  You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable\n  One nation under God, indivisible\n  With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches\n  Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches\n  Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel\n  Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable\n  Interchangable, caution flameable\n  My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles\n  And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle\n  Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal\n  Retrieve through your doors\n  Seep out like sweat through the pores\n  Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare\n\n  (Assassination day)\n  First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon\n  Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon\n  Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb\n  Action word, flowing like a blackbird\n  God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw\n  He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah\n  You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga\n  Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras\n  You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high\n  Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow\n  You won't play me like your lady\n  Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby\n  Final destination Haiti\n\n  War is extremely serious and it saddens me\n  To have to take tings to deadly measures\n  And have you measured and shot for no pay\n  It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey\n  Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives\n  And lures MC's to the lair\n  With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed\n  Temptation tempts my victim to proceed\n  Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat\n  You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat\n  Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in\n  Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin\n  My mind spits with an enormous kickback\n  Your brain didn't absorb the impact\n  Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...\n\n  It's assassination day, I\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n"},{"id":39810793,"name":"Assassination Day","trackName":"Assassination Day","artistName":"Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Ironman","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There's no coke!\nWhat?\nYou heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!\nWhat the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?\nI've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!\nThere's gotta be coke!\nThere is nothing! 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NOTHING!\n\n  Huh, uh, uh, help please!\n  Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*\n\n  It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...\n  It's assassination, I sta...\n  It's assassination day...\n  It's assassination day, I\n\n  Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh\n  I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light\n  Invite the fight, we all die tonight\n  The life I lived, a 25 to life bid\n  Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive\n  CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk\n  Three G's accost in Supreme Court\n  White lies and blackmail land me back in jail\n  We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail\n  Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind\n  It comes time I take back what was once mine\n  Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter\n  Devil's poisonin the birth water\n  The earth daughter rest her head on my chest\n  Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest\n  While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin\n  Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh\n  Trapped in deep-water gaspin\n  I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action\n\n  I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears\n  Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears\n  You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered\n  Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted\n  MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic\n  Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice\n  You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable\n  One nation under God, indivisible\n  With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches\n  Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches\n  Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel\n  Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable\n  Interchangable, caution flameable\n  My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles\n  And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle\n  Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal\n  Retrieve through your doors\n  Seep out like sweat through the pores\n  Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare\n\n  (Assassination day)\n  First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon\n  Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon\n  Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb\n  Action word, flowing like a blackbird\n  God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw\n  He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah\n  You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga\n  Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras\n  You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high\n  Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow\n  You won't play me like your lady\n  Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby\n  Final destination Haiti\n\n  War is extremely serious and it saddens me\n  To have to take tings to deadly measures\n  And have you measured and shot for no pay\n  It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey\n  Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives\n  And lures MC's to the lair\n  With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed\n  Temptation tempts my victim to proceed\n  Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat\n  You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat\n  Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in\n  Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin\n  My mind spits with an enormous kickback\n  Your brain didn't absorb the impact\n  Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...\n\n  It's assassination day, I\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n"},{"id":6320473,"name":"Assassination Day","trackName":"Assassination Day","artistName":"RZA, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah","albumName":"Ironman","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? Hey yo!\n\nThere's no coke!\nWhat?\nYou heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!\nWhat the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?\nI've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!\nThere's gotta be coke!\nThere is nothing! 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NOTHING!\n\n  Huh, uh, uh, help please!\n  Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*\n\n  It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...\n  It's assassination, I sta...\n  It's assassination day...\n  It's assassination day, I\n\n  Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh\n  I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light\n  Invite the fight, we all die tonight\n  The life I lived, a 25 to life bid\n  Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive\n  CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk\n  Three G's accost in Supreme Court\n  White lies and blackmail land me back in jail\n  We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail\n  Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind\n  It comes time I take back what was once mine\n  Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter\n  Devil's poisonin the birth water\n  The earth daughter rest her head on my chest\n  Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest\n  While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin\n  Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh\n  Trapped in deep-water gaspin\n  I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action\n\n  I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears\n  Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears\n  You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered\n  Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted\n  MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic\n  Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice\n  You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable\n  One nation under God, indivisible\n  With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches\n  Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches\n  Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel\n  Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable\n  Interchangable, caution flameable\n  My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles\n  And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle\n  Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal\n  Retrieve through your doors\n  Seep out like sweat through the pores\n  Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare\n\n  (Assassination day)\n  First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon\n  Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon\n  Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb\n  Action word, flowing like a blackbird\n  God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw\n  He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah\n  You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga\n  Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras\n  You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high\n  Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow\n  You won't play me like your lady\n  Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby\n  Final destination Haiti\n\n  War is extremely serious and it saddens me\n  To have to take tings to deadly measures\n  And have you measured and shot for no pay\n  It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey\n  Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives\n  And lures MC's to the lair\n  With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed\n  Temptation tempts my victim to proceed\n  Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat\n  You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat\n  Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in\n  Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin\n  My mind spits with an enormous kickback\n  Your brain didn't absorb the impact\n  Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...\n\n  It's assassination day, I\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n"},{"id":24819531,"name":"Assassination Day","trackName":"Assassination Day","artistName":"Ghostface Killah; Raekwon, RZA & Inspektah Dek","albumName":"Ironman","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What? Hey yo!\n\nThere's no coke!\nWhat?\nYou heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!\nWhat the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?\nI've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!\nThere's gotta be coke!\nThere is nothing! 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stalk my enemy\n  start_ms: 222670\n  end_ms: 228950\n- text: It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n  start_ms: 228950\n  end_ms: 232500\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 232500\nplain: |-\n  What? Hey yo!\n\n  There's no coke!\n  What?\n  You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!\n  What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?\n  I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!\n  There's gotta be coke!\n  There is nothing! NOTHING!\n\n  Huh, uh, uh, help please!\n  Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*\n\n  It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...\n  It's assassination, I sta...\n  It's assassination day...\n  It's assassination day, I\n\n  Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh\n  I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light\n  Invite the fight, we all die tonight\n  The life I lived, a 25 to life bid\n  Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive\n  CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk\n  Three G's accost in Supreme Court\n  White lies and blackmail land me back in jail\n  We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail\n  Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind\n  It comes time I take back what was once mine\n  Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter\n  Devil's poisonin the birth water\n  The earth daughter rest her head on my chest\n  Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest\n  While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin\n  Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh\n  Trapped in deep-water gaspin\n  I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action\n\n  I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears\n  Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears\n  You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered\n  Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted\n  MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic\n  Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice\n  You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable\n  One nation under God, indivisible\n  With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches\n  Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches\n  Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel\n  Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable\n  Interchangable, caution flameable\n  My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles\n  And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle\n  Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal\n  Retrieve through your doors\n  Seep out like sweat through the pores\n  Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare\n\n  (Assassination day)\n  First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon\n  Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon\n  Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb\n  Action word, flowing like a blackbird\n  God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw\n  He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah\n  You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga\n  Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras\n  You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high\n  Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow\n  You won't play me like your lady\n  Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby\n  Final destination Haiti\n\n  War is extremely serious and it saddens me\n  To have to take tings to deadly measures\n  And have you measured and shot for no pay\n  It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey\n  Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives\n  And lures MC's to the lair\n  With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed\n  Temptation tempts my victim to proceed\n  Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat\n  You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat\n  Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in\n  Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin\n  My mind spits with an enormous kickback\n  Your brain didn't absorb the impact\n  Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...\n\n  It's assassination day, I\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n  It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy\n"}]