[Intro: Pharoahe Monch & Jean Grae]

In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against freethinking individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life. An independently funded organization called poh pih evas nac ew dna eerf rof cisum gnidaolnwod gnikcuf pots hired one hundred assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept. Of these one hundred, ninety-seven were captured, tortured, and executed. Only three remained. The third of which was said to own an arsenal that would rival an entire city's police force. The second was rumored was to be able to move throughout space and time. And the first... (One)

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]

Fasten your seat belts for the last of the three assassins on earth

The first flashing her purse with a heat stealth

They call me Jean McCoy, beast in me employed, deploy deplorable

Through audible destructive actions, attractive decoy

Then pass to the Troy after I'm passing your life over

He'll deliver it through river Styx, Hades, I'm cold, deliberate, ladies

My foes limited, pray me some praise (Whispering)

Stay on your toes, villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling (Hey)

Blistering lines packed in six, stick to spine (Uh)

Wracked with a sick mind, trapped in thick bitch frame (Ooh, yeah)

Drug you with strychnine in nine drinks, you drunk

And it's my kidney, you dick brain, I'm just itching to slit veins

Stitch lines, Rick James, fuck yo' lives, sip brains, bitches

Niggas, kick rocks or kick rhymes, it's to the pain

Liquor-riddled liver, sieve in it, sipping it like Capri Sun

Ignant as ever, she's clever, equivalent be none (None)

A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion (Pew)

You got the gall, bastard, to brawl with the broad brashest? (Huh?)

The ball's in your court, pass it; but warning, fall faster

Than asses with age slack on the back of a Kardashian (Hah)

The walls crash in, you all on the floor, gasping

The gas pour in the corridors, racking your jaws, blacking out

Catch Grae backing out the back door, cackling

Still make it back to the bar for last call

(Two)

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this God body, probably

Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis and Bob Marley (Radical) Never skateboard slang like gnarly, more like:

Weed in my whip on the way to get top like Charles Barkley

You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman, spark me

I'm Gambit with the ace of spades, a master in archery

Vehicular, particularly the vernacular

Specifically the fit so when I spit it, it's spectacular and accurate

When I attack, I'm more legend than Acura

Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, more blood than Blacula

More Crip than cryptic scriptures

Encrypted with backwards vernacular

Plus, sicker than most like Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction

I am that nigga for real, per capita

Smacking the next rapper that uses the term 'swag' or thereafter

These three assassins get to ass whipping

Prepare for a professional ass that can

Shape shift, spit, hollow tip clips, mainly

Sick, ain't he? Mind control

Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick Cheney

My life is like a documentary film depicted in black and white

Flick's grainy (Geronimo)

I'm on Guantanamo Bay taking pics in a Captain Morgan pose

With my left foot on a pile of detainees, screaming

"We are renegades!" Fuck you, pay me

[Skit: Jean Grae & Pharoahe Monch]

Two. Where the fuck... no. Where the fuck is Three?

I know. I know. He's gonna be here. He gave me his word, trust me

Yeah, but he does this every time

He's gonna be here, trust me

He's gonna ruin this mission for us again

Look, here he comes now

(*car crash*)

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]

I be riding 'round with a stripper-slash-burlesque model

I make it pop like my cock in a Durex condom

I'm a opposite artist, I find irony in going

From being like a stone in the grass to rocking the Garden

The same irony as going from fully automatic in the backyard

To having a whole machine behind me

I take my Australian bitches, show her some other thangs

She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain

Don't try to get familiar if I don't feel you in person

I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on purpose

The bad is what I'm flailing, I got so many furs

PETA gon' paint splash me when they see me

No matter what I'm wearing

Your bitch about to open up, sniff some blow off of my dick

Guess you could say she on my coconuts

I'm on point like Chris Paul

You on point like an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls

I'm 'bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes

And shut shit down like a car when it stalls

I am the deadliest rapper, you claiming that you flow like water

But really, y'all niggas Evian backwards

Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got

I know when I'm hot, it's my show to stop, holding my crotch

My whip cleaner than Amish men in honest ends

Two dimes with me like I'm a twin, 'cause I'm a ten

[Outro: Pharoahe Monch]

Okay... I'm in