| An eagle soars as the people fall
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| However, he ignores
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| All your feeble wars
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| He will steal a horse
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| Speed the steed across
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| Clean between your forces
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| And beat them all
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| In a free-for-all
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| These scenes of gore
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| Are nothing but another bit of heathen lore
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| From Florentine streets to Venetian waters
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| The whispers persist of a secret order
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| And whether or not you believe, it’s all good
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| Either way I’ll proceed; |
| keep wreaking trauma
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| You’re never making Connor fall
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| I never honour laws
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| When I’m on a warpath
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| My tomahawk’s
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| Always responsible
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| For an onslaught
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| Of monstrous proportions
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| You’re a goner, fool
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| Done for
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| Humans I hunt for
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| Dropping through the roof
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| Never knocking on the front door
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| What, you want more?
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| Or do you want war?
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| I’ve been around for longer
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| Than Rob Faulkner
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| And now I’m gonna
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| Run up on a futhamucking armed gunner
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| Pull a Stone Cold Stunner
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| And I’ve done a runner
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| Quicker than a bullet from a gun
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| And once again I’m under cover
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| Repping for the Brotherhood
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| Stepping like no other could
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| Uppercutting any threats
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| I never take another look
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| I’m an assassin
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| One with a passion
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| For innovative rapping
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| Dropping so fast
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| You’re probably having
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| A problem to follow the captions
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| Said I’m an assassin
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| One with a passion
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| For innovative rapping
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| Dropping so fast
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| You’re probably having
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| A problem to follow the captions
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| I combat colonialism
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| While owning a rhythm
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| I know the world doesn’t owe me a living
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| So throw me a bone
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| And I’ll cause pandemonium with it
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| Ignoring Newtonian physics
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| Forget opprobrium
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| Critics’ll go with baloney below
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| To the same place I take fakes
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| Phoneys and mimics
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| No need for gimmicks
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| Cynics only need a mo with my lyrics
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| Do you need me to explain that
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| I’m lyrically spraying it
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| Sharper than the tip of any bayonet
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| I pack a hidden blade and I make you lay on it
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| Whether minutemen or redcoats
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| It’ll only take a minute at the very most
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| 'til they’re both dead, ghosts
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| I dead both
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| Behead foes
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| 'til stocks and shares in lead rose
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| From Boston to New York
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| Soul of an eagle
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| Aloft in a true hawk
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| And as I move through the frontier
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| The truth becomes clear
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| The future calls, I’m done here
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| Almost
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| I’ve just got another little task
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| And I won’t tell
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| If you don’t ask
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| Because
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| I’m an assassin
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| One with a passion
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| For innovative rapping
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| Dropping so fast
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| You’re probably having
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| A problem to follow the captions
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| Said I’m an assassin
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| One with a passion
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| For innovative rapping
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| Dropping so fast
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| You’re probably having
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| A problem to follow the captions |