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UNCLE WALTER:
The clergyman’s pastoral pager loudly― uh, loudly― uh, uh loudly rang out, echoing through the vacant YMCA halls.

FATHER BILL:
By

Are you an assassin?
I'm a soldier
You're neither
You're an errand boy
Sent by grocery clerks
To collect a bill

Are you an assassin?
I'm a soldier

I been flying around the world
Like I got some time to kill
I don’t work no 9 to 5
Cause my hustle pay the Bills
I kiss and tell no tales
Yeah bet I

memories
Passin' by like a freight train
Ultraviolet x-ray
Sweat and tears gonna make it rain
Too much work and it never pays
And I don't know what else

Hellz Wind Staff

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed

bills hit 
When you trynna build shit
Someone swimming through the fire
Just like I do

Something I can smoke to
Something I can drink to
Something I can

ILL Bill and Sicknature spit hatred
All these other cats are dick-faces
I lift trains and throw em at airplanes
Spit flames, switch lanes
My fist

Creed of the Greedier

La Coka Nostra

Masters of the Dark Arts

2012

the way I am, this is actually me
I said the return of the assassin, the assassin is me
Wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills and laugh at a G

My greed

Solomon Grundy

Sean Price

Mic Tyson

2012

I lost my virginity
Surrounded by speed freaks and weed geeks
Quiet down, listen up when g's speak
Return of the body catcher, the crown's been

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Breaking Atoms

1991

the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus

and Franklin on the bill
Dollar dollar
Bill by bill
Bills into stacks
Getting hard to count them racks On racks
Stacks on stacks
My rhymes come in packs
I wear

went higher
Bill Clinton, 42 was troubled by desire
George Bush, the son of 41 had 9-11
The first black President when Barack Obama won
'Make America

The internet says this virus was created by us
Government cover-up so they can supply us
With a vaccine that’ll sterilize us cause Bill Gates
And Tom

to visit another old man: Father Bill. Fahjah Bill was a holy man and a trained assassin, who was also a Man in Black.

And that's how the story goes

Sun,

Live at the Barbecue

Main Source

Wild Pitch Classics

1994

the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus

and have a mouth to feed
Imma move in silence, hide my blade just like Assassin's Creed
Can't have whatchu' cannot give, I do not live by that decree

I know you coasting mix emotions
How C-Notes keep flooding
Drop sauce by accident
Imagine what I'll do on purpose
I'll hit my mark if spark in dark

or alive
They don't want to see us make it they just want us divide
Assassins out in dark in the shadows they hide make amends for our heads body bags Of 5

Hatchet Execution

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

1 Less G in da Hood

2001

Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's

40 & C-Bo

E-40

'Til My Casket Drops

1998

All out assassins known for down and dirty and blastin'
On sight smashin', anything no question asked
Runnin' up with no mask and dumpin' caps in that

Now It's On

Tech N9ne

The Calm Before the Storm

1999

that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,

mask yeah

Too many niggas wanna be us but can't be
Blue fitted, blue J's, Jim Clancy
Plan's skeet, a modern day Meyer Lansky
Lighters by the pantry

Brave Faces

Midnight Oil

Place Without a Postcard

1981

The sentences of cynics
Are the sentences of childhood

They're all talking shit to me

Out-talked by the mass media
to pay the bills it lies
And the lies

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus