k-nine, son ur soul's weaker than a crack head feindin' to sniff a line/
the screen name happen to be "the_assassin", but in real life the personality manifest the shine/
like a pearl/ takin over ur girl, without no hesitation/ nigga i'm the modern playa pimp of this time/
ain't tryin to catch time/ though/ i know/ comrads, who'll be down/ to hold it down/
do some, to u, like burn ur body and let it fossilize to the ground/ mann, these rhymes are ill, better recognize/
shit, I be spittin' is, abound/ like mathematics/
shit still make sense, I teach nothin' but logics/ that's classics/ and I preach it like a religious affair/
weak rappers step away, Or Prepare/ cuz u dont stand a chance, against this future visionary, billionare/
tryin smack bitch niggaz around like flies in to the air// mann.. I 'm gonna send a mother fucking military to bomb ur crib like tony blair//
holla back!!