Assassin by Alkebulan Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She’s all that, and a bag of green tea
Herb in her clutch, all rolled up, so much greenery
Escape from life, reality’s lie, fall in ecstasy
Till it’s just you and God, cloud nine is her reality
Every facet of her is enigmatic
But you don’t wanna know her
Cause once you do here comes the static (like a.m.)
Seen what Uma did in the second Kill Bill, dude?
Well Vol. 2 won’t compare to the shit she’ll do to you
She’s real, no press ons on her fingers
They only for pressin’ buttons and pullin’ Glock triggers
An arsenal of artillery to make a nigga moist (wet up)
Though an AK 47 is her weapon of choice
Code name Lunar Eclipse, you rarely ever see her
But if you do you’ll be the guy that’s dying when you meet her
She keep a piece to bring herself peace
This is a metaphor, I’m only being facetious
Sheesh
[Hook]
Money by the trash bags
Body in a glad bag
If Chicago is Iraq
Atlanta is Afghanistan
Dreams of being verified
As your world is terrorized
The AK 47 life will leave you niggas paralyzed
[Chorus]
But if it’s a problem, if it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the, can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
AR, the AK, aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
She got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
[Them blocks stay hot?]
She got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
[Them blocks stay hot?]
[Verse 2]
She’s full of ambivalence
Her love is ambiguous
Her mind’s an alcoholic
Always in need of a lift
So often her thoughts drift
Like a woman’s stomach in the summer (wait for it)
Time, was never given to normality
To me she uttered
Every guy that entered her zone left as a casualty
Until I casually entered her zone and brought her immortality
The sun that made her an orange moon
Realized how perfect life is, tilt her head back and laugh at the sky
Then it hit her, like a bitch nigga, she has a job to do
She’s an assassin sent to kill me, but that she could not do
She lied there, lying to me
Ironic, beautiful lies were all I could see
Farewell assassin
[Hook]
Money by the trash bags
Body in a glad bag
If Chicago is Iraq
Atlanta is Afghanistan
Dreams of being verified
As your world is terrorized
The AK 47 life will leave you niggas paralyzed
[Chorus]
But if it’s a problem, if it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the, can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
AR, the AK, aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
[Outro]
If it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
Aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
Nigga you get shot
Nigga you get shot
AR, the AK, the Uzi the Glock
Aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
She’s all that, and a bag of green tea
Herb in her clutch, all rolled up, so much greenery
Escape from life, reality’s lie, fall in ecstasy
Till it’s just you and God, cloud nine is her reality
Every facet of her is enigmatic
But you don’t wanna know her
Cause once you do here comes the static (like a.m.)
Seen what Uma did in the second Kill Bill, dude?
Well Vol. 2 won’t compare to the shit she’ll do to you
She’s real, no press ons on her fingers
They only for pressin’ buttons and pullin’ Glock triggers
An arsenal of artillery to make a nigga moist (wet up)
Though an AK 47 is her weapon of choice
Code name Lunar Eclipse, you rarely ever see her
But if you do you’ll be the guy that’s dying when you meet her
She keep a piece to bring herself peace
This is a metaphor, I’m only being facetious
Sheesh
[Hook]
Money by the trash bags
Body in a glad bag
If Chicago is Iraq
Atlanta is Afghanistan
Dreams of being verified
As your world is terrorized
The AK 47 life will leave you niggas paralyzed
[Chorus]
But if it’s a problem, if it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the, can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
AR, the AK, aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
She got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
[Them blocks stay hot?]
She got the block on lock
The trunk stay locked
Glock on cock
[Them blocks stay hot?]
[Verse 2]
She’s full of ambivalence
Her love is ambiguous
Her mind’s an alcoholic
Always in need of a lift
So often her thoughts drift
Like a woman’s stomach in the summer (wait for it)
Time, was never given to normality
To me she uttered
Every guy that entered her zone left as a casualty
Until I casually entered her zone and brought her immortality
The sun that made her an orange moon
Realized how perfect life is, tilt her head back and laugh at the sky
Then it hit her, like a bitch nigga, she has a job to do
She’s an assassin sent to kill me, but that she could not do
She lied there, lying to me
Ironic, beautiful lies were all I could see
Farewell assassin
[Hook]
Money by the trash bags
Body in a glad bag
If Chicago is Iraq
Atlanta is Afghanistan
Dreams of being verified
As your world is terrorized
The AK 47 life will leave you niggas paralyzed
[Chorus]
But if it’s a problem, if it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the, can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
AR, the AK, aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
[Outro]
If it’s a problem she solve it with shots
Can’t even count on the gun that she got
AR, the AK, the Uzi, the Glock
Aggy the AK, nigga you get shot
Nigga you get shot
Nigga you get shot
AR, the AK, the Uzi the Glock
Aggy the AK, nigga you get shot