Assassination Day

It's assassination day, I stalk I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I live's a twenty-five to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive CREAM is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk Three Gs the cost in Supreme Court White lies and blackmail land me back in jail We're all for sale, a stolen goal but it fail Stranded on the front line I shine to the dumb and blind It comes time I take back what was once mine Crunch time in the first quarter From the worst slaughter Devil's poisoning the birth water The earth daughter rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blasting Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened Trapped in deep water, gasping I clash with the titans for my half on the action I stop producers careers, the weak spot was the ears Scorpion darts hits the mark Pierce the heart with silver spears You're bewildered My unsaturated, low filtered Devils still feel this so you're living build tilted MC's upon their axis, their body hazard tactic Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice You can never match this invincible Wu-Tang indispensable One nation under God Indivisible With liberty and justice The mic is in my clutches Thugs who bring ruckus leave in crutches Unforgivable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel Decapitates the head, makes the projects more livable Interchangeable, caution: flammable My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable angles And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal Retreat through your doors Seep out like sweat through the pores Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare First of all before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon, don Spread it out like Grey Poupon Splurging, merging in the suburbs Using this just like an adverb Action word, flowing like a blackbird God came in, aiming like Terry Bradshaw He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God His shit is smashed Pa You handle this just like algebra UFO spot 'em like Galaga Holding like bullet-proof Acuras You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shooting it like they blue tops know You won't play me like your lady Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby Final destination Haiti War's extremely serious and it saddens me To have to take tings to deadly measures And have you measured and shot for no pay It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey Tranqued by deceptional sounds that deceives And lures MC's to the lair With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed Temptation tempts my victim to proceed Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat You'd rather pursue death than admit defeat Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in Murderous rhyming, constantly inclining My mind spits with an enormous kickback Your brain didn't absorb the impact Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback It's assassination day, I stalk