Assassins Creed (Explicit) - Forever M.C./It's different/Tech N9ne/Token

Lyrics by：Passionate MC/Token/Tech N9ne

Composed by：Passionate MC/Token/Tech N9ne

Passionate MC：

Yeah

Ah

Passionate MC

Tech N9ne

Yo Token

Assassins

Token：

Woah woah woah all respect due you not due much

You don't do much you got much to do I do too much

You got it backwards I never take back words

Throw words back 'til my back hurt backed up

When your back turned I'ma be back

Lookin' for the chip on your shoulder homie I'ma eat that

Lot of people talkin' about me I don't keep track

Same people sending me their songs I don't keep track

Clicks delete that

My feedback was quit so I quit givin' feedback

Kickin' my feet back thinkin' I just need to relax

S**t where the speed at

Follow me everybody murderin' everything

They callin' me teddy but the industry idiots in my pockets

To get the money now b***h repeat that

I'm a young kid slash old man slash 'oh man

He go HAM' oh s**t no s**t cast that

Fall back on the beat got a beat to break

Then bake the beat to recreate

Don't respect you if you demand a trampoline every time

You take a leap of faith

I take risks take this take that take fans take s**t from no man

No man's land where I send y'all then forget y'all I'm against y'all

Then again dog this Token and he a full clip

Can't take me tame me or entertain me with that bulls**t

One two one two three

Ay

Tech N9ne：

Yates on a great song to lay shlong on a beat a n***a way strong

Everybody tell me to pick up the pace Holmes

So I gotta rip it until all my taste gone

Spray zone step into me get ya face blown

Stay home N9na 'bout to race on a bass tone

That double a prone to lay clones up in the pital

And they moan with a trach on

I'm the poppa not the mama dasvidaniya

When you come into my octagon you lost mañana

And I'm 'bout to pop the llama lotta commas put a rock upon ya

Nobody want it with K-O-D and Token he be on the J-O-B

He murderin' everybody but never the Illuminati

We makin' the wannabes

Say holy s**t

N9na and Token be killin' 'em all the fear that we instill in 'em

Make 'em shiver with the chill and them som' b***hes

Thinkin' that Tech N9ne gonna mean that the gun glitches

Some crickets what they hear in the place when I come wicked

I become vicious Tecca N9na makin' dumb digits

And I run with it like when they hung n***as

Pyune

I be the killa the one you be feeling for real

I got the hot flows

Caught foes 'cause I got h*es a lot though when I rock shows

Not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like Sasso

Used to be Rock lock load me and Token paint it like Picasso

Motherf**ka

Passionate MC：

Yo I'm putting the Darth in Anakin ripping apart the planet

With n***as alarmed and panicking

Thoughts are scrambling more than the doctors

Handling all of your parts with bandages

And with all advantages I can show them through the devastation that

Their end's a waiting like the head of Satan with a demonstration of its separation

Got the pencil breaking in the right hand twist Necks like a mic stand

Nightmare Rip flesh in the distance of a light year yeah

If you really want to talk about the buzz

And the way that I had to bring it back quick

With a tactic that is steadily breaking the fabric

Of the universe suddenly at risk

'Cause I've mastered this Passionate's back in his actions of sacrilege

After subtracting these b***hes way faster than an abacus

I'm blasting s**t the snub nose never tells lies

The 38 wrapped around my waist is not a belt size

Like pregnant birds in the sky you'll see the shells fly

Then I'll kill myself just to make the devil in hell die

I tell time and the clock is ticking on the opposition

When I pop it in 'em

With an awkward rhythm

You can hear them hollering louder than opera women

I'm a beast