Testo Assassins Creed

Yeah
Passionate MC
Tech N9ne
Yo Token!
I said

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 backwards
Throw words back till my back hurt
Backed up when your back turned
Ima be back looking for the chip on your shoulder
Home ima eat that
Lot of people talking about me I don't keep track
Same people sending me their songs I don't keep track
Click delete that my feedback was quick
So I quit giving feedback
Kicking my feedback thinking I just need to relax
Shit where the speed at
Follow me everybody I"m murdering everything
They calling me teddy but the industry idiots in my pockets to get the money now bitch repeat that
I'm a young kid slash old man slash oh man he go ham Oh shit no shit cast that fall back on the beat
Got a beat to break then bake the beat to recreate
Don't respect it if you then made the trampoline
Every time you take a leap of faith
I take risks take this take that take fans take shit from no man
No man's land where I sent yall then forget yall
I'm against yall and then again dog
This Token and a full clip
Can't take me tame me or entertain me with that bullshit

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Yates on a great song that lace long
On a way to beat a nigga way strong
Everybody telling me to pick up the pace Holmes
So I gotta get to rippin till my taste gone
Sprays on step up onto me and get your face blown
Stay home N9na boutta race on the bass tone
They'll never delay to lay clones
Up in the pit when they moan with a drake home
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 lots to come
I spit a rock upon ya
Nobody want it with the (K-O-D)
And Token be on the (J-O-B)
He murdering everybody but never the Illuminati
We makin the wannabes say holy
N9na and Token be killing them
All the fear that we instilling them
Make em shiver with the chill and a sum
Bitches thinking that Tech N9ne gonna mean 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 niggas
Pyune, I be the killa the one you be feeling for real I got the hot flows
Caught foes cause I got hoes
Alot though when I rock shows
Not no iller scrot bro if you crooked you smell like Sasso
Used to be Ron, lock load, me and Token painted like Picasso
Motherfucka

Yo I put in the dark then Anakin
Rippin apart the planet with niggas so long that panickin
Thoughts are scramblin more than the dark is handlin
All of your parts are spinaches and with all advantages
I can show them through the devastation
That the ends are awaiting like the head of Satan
With a demonstration of a separation
Got the pencil breaking in the right hand
Twist necks like a mic stand
Light male bring flesh in the distance of the light yeah
If you really wanna talk about the buzz and the way that I had to bring it back quick
With a tactic got it settled to breaking the fabric
Of the universe and it suddenly at risk
Cause I mastered this passionate is back at it and his actions are sacrilege
I'm just attracting this bitches faster than an advocate is
I'm blasting shit the snub nose step her tail lights
The 38 wrapped around my waist is not a belt ties
The pregnant birds in the sky you see the shells fly
Then I kill myself just to make the devil and hell die
I tell time and the clock is ticking on the opposition
When I pop it in them with the arc of rhythm
You can them hollering a lot of opera women
I'm a beast