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Text: Ghostface Killah. Ironman. Assassination Day.

What? Hey, yo!
There's no coke, what?
You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke?
What the fuck do you mean? There's no coke?

I've been in every fuckin' room
There's gotta be coke
There is nothing, nothing

Huh, uh, uh, help, help please
Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help, me

It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk
Bad man, it's assassination day I stalk
It's assassination day [Incomprehensible]
It's assassination day, I

Uh, uh, yeah, uh
I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life I lived, a twenty five to life bid
Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive

Cream is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk
Three G's accost in supreme court
White lies and blackmail land me back in jail
We're all for sale, a stolen gold 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 poisonin' 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 blastin'
Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened
Trapped in deep-water gaspin'
I clash with the Titans from my half on the action

I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils, still peeled it still they're living built tilted

MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it's 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
Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable

Interchangable, caution flameable
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

Retrieve 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 gray poupon
Splurgin', mergin' in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a blackbird

God came in, aimin' like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed pah
You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like galaga

Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras
You so fly, yeah, right, you want to get me high
Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin' it like they blew top snow

You won't play me like your lady
Pay me three eighty spit it at you like a baby
Final destination Haiti

War is 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

Tranked 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?
Murdereous rhymin', constantly in climbin'

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
It's assassination day
It's assassination day
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy
It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy

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