Assassination
With every step I take every word
that comes outta my mouth that speaks life
I vision it in my dreams death
is around the corner waiting for my
downfall to see me in that body bag
and the coroner's driving off
he hates that in the midst of all
the drama that's poppin' off
how I stay so cool knowing he's
coming for me but I know the rules
no engagement...so even before that time
comes when my face hits the pavement from
that...hallow tip or that dagger ripping
threw my flesh ligaments & eternal arteries
getting torn his time is almost up
like a surgeon he's been generally warned
but...he's trying to figure out how am I
so cool in that battle field how did
I make it threw the storm, I see it
in his eyes he's growing impatient
so now it's come to this...rounding up
his minions saying we have no choice
he left us wit no other option
we have only one way to stop him
I can see it...feel it in the air
he can't beat em and he got too much
pride to join the covenant so his next
and final choice is to assassinate your brethen
the agony starts to build
when no weapon formed against me could prosper
no mag, 9 milli, shotty, or choppa
I seen the hatred in his eyes
plotting on my demise so what he did he do...
took the subtle route they say
know thine enemy and he knows what I'm bout
so how do you think he's gonna feel
when he sees me in the kingdom celebrating
you think it'll stop there..naw I doubt it
he'll still be planing my assassination
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2009
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