Kid Aryo- Hashshashin

Intro:
(Well fuck it then, lemme pull out my automatic limbs
Extra arms to get back at them for putting on a front wit they acronyms
BAR, bitches are rambling, don't even know I'm there, the phantoms in
A flash or whim of light which strikes the fashion trends
Warrior and magician, assassins slippin past them, crown is right at his
Feet but he kicks it and then it ends.... Or does it?)

Part 2 is here a.k.a the sequel, I'm on the terrace of evil
And I aint jumpin off til I find an equal, not the era of people
Everyone was venal, but one was close to the ring legal
Now the ring leader is high off some diesel
Shit is dark like the shit you cant see through, he'll eat you
I said dark shit like a fecal, believable, nothin bout him is genial
Eagle in the sky you the weasel as I maneuver threads wit needles
Your nothin but a feast to him, a cannibal, rap Hannibal
With an assassin flow, born of the origin, I've grand mastered those
Who try to counter but their power is nothing to ours
Silent with the blade, the violins will play, soldiers firing grenades
The pyro's set on stage, I am on the way, riding cross the drain
In dire need of rain, but the fire of his pain, will attire him with mane
While flying all these chains, why does it have it to be, the dryest of all days
Deny him for his reign, then those who die are of the fame
Not a threat when I said I'm killing politicians, but now who is problem kissing
Should I explain how these compositions are filled with silent killings
Now I'm a villain burning a tiny village naw Id rather blow up giant buildings
Higher than millions of feet, they marching n I'm in the skies chilling on the beach
They say ya feelings are so cheap, yet why does this still feel so sweet
Listen to me speak, or would you rather I rip it on this beat
So those who wish it can not read, can not conceive, those livin on the streets
They never look for the men in the stories, just those who wrote it
And not even look for the one who told it, word is bond but the bonds aint spoken
But when you drunk off that potent, many things come out in the open
But I'm with the trees admiring how the frost coats it, boats is floating
Towards the ocean, the forests growing, but when we through its nothin but roaches
We left desolate lands n leave em behind wit our past, the grass n the ass
I'm loving it all while making gas, but this aint shit to whats after that
The aftermath, this kid known as the rashest lad, wit the hash in bags
The magic's mad, the bastards dad, has been dead, since the assassins last
Days never again was there an Hashshashin grad

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