Assassins - 9th Prince, Sav Killz

This place is no Grain

I used to walk with a grenade attached to my big ass chain

And let it hang, this year I’m blowin' up like the big bang

Yo, verbal killa, I rhyme for my street guerillas

The Wu-Tang Killa Bee Godzillas

I’m wild like a pitbull who turned on his master

Lyrical disaster, musical massacre

My rhyme pattern left rings around Saturn

What I earn will never burn

Fast like Sugar Ray, hit hard like the Hitman Hearns

I write rhymes whether ridin' in the Range or ridin' on the four train

People lookin' at me strange as the 9th Prince explains his membrane

I used to walk with a grenade attached to my big ass chain

And let it hang…

We like assassins, MC’s destroy viciously

Put you out for the count and claim victory

Maliciously, we the opposite of industry

Fuck what you do out there, we Think Differently

Duel of an Iron Mic, burned down ya ministry

You cats sound off on the mic and have no chemistry

No cure, no remedy, my skills is too assimilly

My Killa Beez niggas do this, they recommended me

Praised commendably, Killarm' the infantry

Murderous is the word to describe my symphony

And we don’t give a fuck, as you see, I have no sympathy

Raised by the crooks in the Brook, my heart’s empty

Wu Music, still on ya brain and can’t refuse it

It’s like let the bombs blow, nigga, it can’t defuse it

Abuse it, Killa Beez still swarm and consume shit

Ya wack-ass wanna be niggas we ain’t amused with

Yo, I’m an assassin with the pen

Murder rappers for frontin' with my passion from within

Killa Sin put to killer that was age in the Gotti roots

Coffins they cust' and they make 'em when I body troops

Mastermind and I’m climbin', rhymin' with no filler

Sit back, reclinin', my thoughts racin', I’m more iller

Grew up with hustlers, young shooters and old killers

That made a smooth transition from a dope dealer

Flow wheezin', an asthmatic with bad habits

Provoke treason, a track addict, I spaz at it

And I damage any dude in my vacinity

Top up cruisin', I ain’t tryin' to catch a Kennedy

Verbal assassin, I could kill 'em with my energy

I’m that nigga other rappers just pretend to be

We in a midst of war, pray for my enemies

Rap medicine man, I got the remedy, nigga…