1.Real Life
This one is for my people in the street and six feet baby...
Watch yourself kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now...
What the deal, this ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids...
Stay reppin' queens with infra-red beams...
I only rock with fam'n
Plot plannin' niggas that cock cannons
Roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole bids in the box
standin'
8 niggas thats quick to hop in the van'n
Cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block gamblin'
Turn it to knots landin'
Gun shots got 'em scramblin'
Leavin' 4 cops to examine
The streets are frigid so i speak it vivid
Sleep it, love it, and live it
If you want one of these slugs i'm'a give it
And pop you 'till you drop liquid
Your days are numbered and i'm droppin' the digits
Bodies get sent to the chop shop like civics
All for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to visit
The wrong spot to risk it
Nothin' but hollow tops in the biscuits
Get helicopter lifted out your hot lizards
Keep it far from the child shit
.40 cal. spit
Runnin' with wild cliques
Dead you and beat the murder trial shit
12 valve whips
The strip is scorchin'
Flooded with drug enforcement lawmen
Strippin' your fortune
Shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the
torch'n
Orphans that spit the fifth often
Mad chicks get abortions
Weak ones lay stiff in a coffin
Federal stakeouts, spots get raided
Shots get traded
Come in a lock everything rock related
Keepin' the cell blocks overly populated
Incarcerated scarfaces inoxicated
Bodies get operated
Some get chopped and faded
Leave 'em bleedin' in need for medical aid
For dough metal gets rasied
When shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze
The ghetto we praise.
Chorus -
The life you hold
Is just like the dice you roll
Be careful kid, these streets is ice cold
The thirsty worms out workin' the night patrol
For the price of gold
As the story of our life gets told.
How many make it out, it's one in a million
Scared to death 'cause one of your children
Just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the
building
Dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' wit' villians
Livin' in pain, kid in a street gang
Trapped in these blocks where the heat flames
Where niggas reach for they thang
Speak slang, chop your grill until the meat hang
Bustin' they gat, runnin' their deep games
Look out for the cheap dames that set you up
Invite you to the crib to wet you up
Lift your necklace up
Quick to lift and mess you up
Smith and wess' you up
Never press your luck
Be prepared to bust
How many you dare to trust？
Keep your friends close and enemies closer
I pour double shots of remi to toast ya friendly ghost until
they send
Me over
Send some guinea's to roast ya
If they can't approach ya send me the semi-toasters
Give 'em the kennedy dose and send three in ya boulder
Life is about bendin' them slimmy's over
Plenty bentley's and rovers
Half naked women for limo chauffers
Crib with the fendi sofa's
Black costa nostras
Crack jehovas stackin' like sosa
Taylor made suits with gucci penny loafers
Mac tens in holsters for rats and vultures
Havin' dt's package and coach us
These raps are vulgar
Blow the backs of cobras
Roll with the gat exploders, gun slingers
Corners and slum hangers
The brick a ton bringers
Keep one in the chamber
Chorus
2.We Will Survive
3.You Better Believe It
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like
Listen, listen, look..
The most wanted man in america, i +soul assassinate+ your
character
Quickly embarass ya as easy as fuck!
Pressin my buttons nigga is just like pressin your luck
China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut
Detonate, little kuwait, i'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four mag and make you strip
Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit
Make it complete, i yell dance, shoot at your feet (dance
nigga!)
Niggaz be weak, i found out you talk in your sleep
Since you a bitch, you came back, went in for more cash
Baseball both of your legs, i'll trip on your ass
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or
leave it
Forever hardcore, so you better believe it
In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back
Move units the same way i used to move crack
You never stop me cause you movin too slow
And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin you know
Yeah, yeah, most of the time i'm totin a nine
In my waistline or behind this close to my spine
I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines
Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at columbine
Peep the design, make your remains hard to find
I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line
Most niggaz got guns but still don't know how to aim right
I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight
We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow
Sadaam and castro, terror to the last blow
I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow
It's relative, and all positively negative
It's like, cuz flashin his gat, thinkin he cute
While i'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot
+assassinate+ the +soul+ and bring life
A fascinatin flow by king trife, listen
I'm in a fucked up position, my baby momma keep bitchin
Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin
Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen
So why the fuck you think my braincells keep flippin？
Plus most niggaz round these parts got weak hearts
Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark
You mark, cross me and pay that tax
Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker!
4.When The Fat Lady Sings
Yeah..
Test, test, yeah
{from the east coast to the west coast, ？ battleground ？}
Check test, yeah
{represent everything, everything is real now..}
Wu-banga strangler
Whether describin facts or interrupted by quotes
Cease the bullshit, rely on volts
Just like watts push the juice through amps
Rap generals runnin troops in camps
Armed with heavy slugs, under rugs, thoughts bugged
No holds barred, live and unplugged
Trapped on the other side, of electrified, steel doors
Once in, greeted with thunderstorm applause
The message breaks the concrete barrier
Launch the vessel, known as the a-1 carrier
Sound goin through a cable, who the fuck able
Mix this shit, but your turntable unstable
So if the beat smash your eardrum, you heard well
Then the two tech' equalize occurs well
Beats straight off the box, rhyme unorthodox
From the isle', where the drinks splash straight off the rocks
{＊walkie talkie interlude＊, ＊fat lady singing＊}
The witty unpredictable, outcome critical
Nigga quick to forfeit, portrait visual
Analyze the picture, memorize the scripture
Seperate the cut from uncut with the sifter
Rap wall designed from the best, bricklayers
Names tagged in prints from the best paint sprayers
Unheard of, two-thousand feet deep in the planet
Surrounded by the most thick massive walls of granite
Certified a-side wu-banga strangler
Control slide time in the multi-disc changer
+liquid swords+ and razor sharp shanks leave the tank
On the seas file in eighth rank, ship sank
{＊walkie talkie＊, ＊fat lady singing＊}
5.This Some 'n To
6.Armageddon(Interlude)
7.Victory Or Defeat
8.Heart Of The Assassin
9.Suckers Are Hiding
Uh, platform squadron
Dilated platoon, evidence infantry
Babu heavy artillery
Rakaa iriscience communications, stealth operations
Platform squadron, soul assassins, the alchemist
Suckers are hidin
Yo turn the power on, insert the disk
Tonight you ain't the joint if you ain't muggs or alchemist
Most kids shoulda listen, my catcher should warn ya
(fuck down the center, it's about brushin the corners)
Evidence, the main element to mystery
Try to seize the moment, the future just was history
Intelligent, they gasped, the industry detected
I knew superstarts who now can get arrested
Love rhymes off the shit i thrive
Tried but couldn't get in to see krs live
Document my thoughts in order as they come
(that's the sound of the man!) obsessed wit drums
Beat up the one, kill the two-three etcetera
Four starts the war, repeat the loop, beats competitor
For better or worse, edit my curse, still explicit
Vocals intact, your logos could never diss it
So check it out, exhale the blown trees
Don't miss a thing, dot my i's, cross my t's
From seven seas yo yo to seven continents
From the alphabet, vowels and consonants
＊babu cutting up sample＊
Now you know, suckas be hidin
But they can't dodge or they can't camoflague
Platform is in full effect
Evidence, iriscience, babu
The alchemist on the track, pushin buttons
Pullin strings, the dilated wild style
The globe trotter, earth, wind, fire and water
Turnin local rappers into neighborhood martyrs
Platform's home, the city and spot blown
I got poems that burn more ears than hot combs
I motivate, live on stage, there's no debate
Babs, you got time in the pocket, throw the break
I take it to the brink when decoding the snake
In holland, next to fat beats, rollin the dank
Dilate, build upon the aquarius dawn
And they how they call the hollywood branch to magic juan
The specialist is on, my people have been scarred
Basically, babylon where barbie and ken star
Assassin got soul plus self control
Breathe how they breathe and slip past patrol
Appreciate the art so i use my bow
Maybe load a poison dart in the tube and then blow
I make crowds explode wit the beats and rhymes
When it's time to overthrow then you'll be assigned
Exercise caution, speakin revolution
I could do alone it but together we're too strong
'suckas are hidin' ＊cut and scratched by babu＊
Ahah, dilated, full effect
Stealth, makin moves, unseen but felt
Uh babu, uh uh evidence roll out
Uh alchemist roll out, iriscience
Soul assassins, muggs
10.When The Pain Inflict
11.Don't Trip
Don't you trip this is the soul assassins
We come and blast them
We eastside riders, this is how we doin'
I spent hot days under the sun with all my loved ones
Soul assassins family click you know the dark one
Eastside hellraisers, promoters pay us
To tear the roof of this shit, the mic blazers
Smoke alarms goin off, flowin off
The track, got em showin off, blowin off
All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a dick up
Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin holes
God knows weedniggas ya figured ya find ways
To escape the path of the serial rhyme-killa
Top billa, bankaccount filla
Spittin out more hot shit then godzilla
The firebreatha, turn up your receiva
I attack the brain through the sound in ya speaka
No you can't fuck with this...
No you can't fuck with this...
Chorus
You can't hold back the fury, i bury you in a hurry
Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a flurry
Don't worry, imma settle this, get the fist
I sever your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist
You insist to be here, i make this clear
It's a game of cut-throat from ear to ear
Can you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend
Hanging with my crew and steady serving
Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard
I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared niggas
I make figures for all the soldiers to follow
Peace to my fam, bands who won't see the ...
I see you in the next one, i test one
When you flex son, respect one, the best one
Cypress hill, soul assassins, blastin you on
In the race called life yo we passin you on
Chorus
Don't you trip this is the soul assassins
We come and blast them
We eastside riders, this is how we doin'
Don't you trip this is the soul assassins
Who wanna be stupid come be the first to die
12.Razor To Your Throat
(breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(breaker, breaker) --＞ rza
Yeah yeah
Soul assassins 2g's
And you can swing on these
One time
Go somethin like this
(break it up, break it up)
Yo, it's the anti-thug with the anti-dote
Soul assassinator with the razor to your throat
Crowd motivator with the upgrader data
Put your drugs in the air, dj muggs is on the fader
'coolin in cali', i'm hollywood-swingin
Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin
Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin
Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin
Like a fat bitch with a sun burn
When you gon' learn？ yo, i go back like chick hearns
I'm shot-callin, i'm play-makin
Tell me who's ballin, i tell you who's fakin
(breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(breaker, breaker)
Yeah yeah
(yo, break it up, break it up)
I say stop - hey - wait, hold on
I'll do you like bdp did pm dawn
I crept on you, slept on you, style that i hustle
If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle
Def jams like russell once he left rick rubin
Linked up like a cuban, where the fuck you been？
Here's a little story that must be told
'bout a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul
When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold
Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold
It's outlandish, yo, it's disgustin
Suckers duckin from the shots we bustin
It's like that
(breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(breaker, breaker)
(yo, break it up, break it up)
13.Millennium Thrust
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