Name: Assassination
Duration: 4 min
Description: Слушайте песню Assassination - The Four Owls, Dirty Dike онлайн с альбома Natural Order в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:00. Год выхода - 2015

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The Four Owls

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Silent Flight

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DJ Premier

Think Twice

Pay the Price

Defiant

Control

DJ Sammy B-Side

The Four Elements

Smellington Piff

Dawn of a New Day

Ain't Like It

The Drama

Jam Baxter

Open Book

Dirty Dike

Assassination

Unknown

Step inside the building and I'm walking like a killer

Looking for the others, feeling that no one is iller

Wrapping up the bodies then I lock them in the chiller

Falling like Frazier when he lost it in Manila

People always wanting us to go and kill the fakers off

And I got the right ingredients to go make a bomb

Show you in the thoughts when the blast tear your faces off

You see me standing in the ashes when the flames are gone

Plus there's another three snipers in the grass

Pop your heads up while your driving in your car

That's a massacre, now your brain is your passenger

Aim it in your daytime, playlist the Merken Man

Flippin on the daily, but I don't work at Burger King

Up from the underground, stealth when we're surfacing

Leaving you bloody pa, and all on your furnishings

Leave your head gone before you see the shot, man, you will flicker

As I paint a picture, deep in ancient China

Throw smoke bombs so thick, you can't finda

Picture in the background, bodies getting hacked down

Heads falling off when we finally let the axe down

Keep the ear to the ground, listening for the crickets

Learn the art of war, now I sleep with the spirits

Living stranger stands as the remainder, in danger

Even a hundred man deep, watching way through

See me chilling, brought the hot pot plate

I need to fight you to the death like Hakuna Tate

Watch the skies turn grey, when my ninjas creep up on ya

Rip your heart out of your chest, just to feel your pain

Slay with tongue, not the type to way from gun

Hit your pressure points, walk away calm, don't run

Turn rolling around the time to the fake and begun

Do this for the story that they tell when I came 'round

Always high, but I never sat along the same ground

Wash away the footprints, travel through deranged towns

Trained for combat, but really you on that?

I see descending like a scene out of Ong-Bak

There's no masters, no needing for contracts

'Cause people disappear overnight and don't come back

Write the scriptures, what they depict is another loss for the London heart but we're the victors

On some sick shit, won't stop 'til there is no one on the hit list

I'm killing slappers, kids, animals and rappers

Cashing list pack of bulls, slapping off your sac puss

I bring madness, with a dagger, I bring sadness

Stare you in the eyes until you collapse into blackness

Playing with my razor blade, and mate, I ain't shaving

Scraping, bathing in the blood stains naked

Playing chess with Ted Bundy's best mates hating

Dreams of raping a boy band's member in the face

I'm chopping of his bollocks with a spade

You ain't got one when I cop one in your face

I blow your fucking long enough to ponder on the pain

I take you shopping round the hospital of A. I. D. S.

I ain't popular, I ain't wrong and I ain't stopping 'til the grave

Hack you up with racko rage, wrap you up in some cassette

His body parts depicts the art and stop to fill in the plans today

This man's insane, mad, deranged, assassin with a phantom face

Target's on a creature back to cut them open, hand and face

Body's down, the caught him squirming, kill them with a handgrenade like bang!

Cold blooded, no fucking, don't crush it, full cut in

Assassin with the passion for damaging man's anthem

Holding him ransom, smacking him with hammers, he's lat blacker than Marilyn Manson

Man's sleek, flashy, fancy, bare hitching handsome

With things, kick boy hit a ramp, he banging but then dismantle

Go take a free Bible, we're burning the cash to ashes

Quicker than rappers making the victims vanish

Saving a trapper, we giving them a drink of waters

Assassin hidden in the dark, here to take them out

Trained in one Martial art, that's the dirty mouth

Won't stop until there's big piles of bodies

Smoke bombs disappear, collecting heads for a hobby

Слушайте песню Assassination - The Four Owls, Dirty Dike онлайн с альбома Natural Order в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:00. Год выхода - 2015

Assassination

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