But I feel that 3 minutes into the track, I went off topic, which was originally based of Hitman. The entire scheme of the track is supposed to be plotting out assassinations, and how I would incorporate assassinating not only through contracted.... things, but through a lyrical battle as well. Hence why I'm coming up with a little project called The Black Hand Assassination. I really dunno what to make of it. It could be a group, it could be an album, could be a mixtape. I just want to use that name somehow with what I do.
"berdin420 says:
sounds kinda cool how you made a beat outta that song but...
i think you should pay respect and recognition to the original artist"
If you're new to my music, you will come to find a lot of my style comes from sampling various music. Anywhere from music boxes to video games, movies to actual songs, I tend to feed off energy given off by a track, and make it my own some way. I originally was writing that verse DJ SOS' "Clawed" beat, but I felt that I would prefer it to be on one of my own tracks, with all respect to DJ SOS. So after seeing the Hitman movie, (great fucking movie btw =D), I have decided to sample Hitman's very own Jesper Kyd. While doing research, I read a lot about him (on Wiki, lol) and felt as if it was a must that I sample something from Hitman. With not only me being a fan of the game, but now having that movie as one of my favorites, I couldn't help but to finally sample something from Blood Money. That personally is one of my favorite tracks, right next to Ave Maria.
So continuing back to the topic, I am deeply sorry for deleting "Assassination" prematurely. Of course, haters 0 bombed it just for the simple fact it held a -WS- tag right next to it. But oh well, that's life for ya. Here are the current lyrics I have for it. I am excepting ideas for the lyrics, and if anything, the instrumental as well too. I have the instrumental posted on this site as "Project 80." Feel free to say what you like. ^.^
Now who think that they can touch this? I bring the ruckus
Buck mother fuckas and blood suckas like no other.
I bust guns in dumb smuts with no love.
Claiming that you hard, bitch, you ain't no thug./
I dislocate ya voice in a battle, step to me.
Talk to me when you got a set that you could rep fully.
I bless bullies who's strapped and rock red hoodies.
Bust a Blood and leave em crippled, bring death to me./
If you wanna talk grimey, you dun have to rewind me.
Remind me when it's time to walk the streets just to find beef.
Load the 9 and silencer, now watch me find peace.
Ain't gotta buck, I whipped em and left em with 9 teeth./
The dude suited up, neck ties and dress shoes.
Seeing who's looted up, my time to bless you.
See if you can get some tephlon to invest to.
Wanna keep it low, the syringe inject you./
Piano chords wrapped around the leather gloves.
Kill a n***a slowly, let them digest the drugs.
Slipped in the n***a's cup, and watch them puke it up.
Spitting up blood, dude coughing up a lung./
Change my apperance, blend with my surroundings.
You dun wanna stick around when a target is found.
Another contract, supplier put up another pound.
I'ma find where he sleeps, I'm marking em down./
Catch em in the streets, where he parks in the lounge.
Sees where he eats. Yeah, I'm on to him now.
Hear all his emotions in just a couple sounds.
Cock the shit back, pull the trigger and "BAO!"/
Another victim gone, never to be missed.
Keep the clip full, never hear my click.
All you hear is the wind within the mist.
Assassin for hire, call me for the hit./
"You don't wanna be in his shoes, that boy got some issues.
It's official. A lunatic with a pencil.
Could never do anything, that boy must be mental."
I shut the bitch with the blade of a ginzu./
"Plata-o-plomo" I've dun prove my worth.
Wet works, leave the hit face first in the dirt.
Tha Black Hand assassination, I unmask
The fake shit, steady finger with a saint's patience./
Running amok, catch you while you run in the park.
When the blunt will get sparked, ya body get blown apart.
Never lose my focus, I shine beyond infinity.
Rolling with my n***as, but protected by divinity./
Lyrical supremecy, you never getting rid of me.
I never miss my target, rip n***a lyrically.
Snipe out these fake dude who think they a boss.
Trynna run away is just a lost cause./
Friends and family die as well in the process.
Paterson New Jersey, that's where the spot is.
Raise in progress, mind on a conquest.
Could blow up any minute, but this ain't a bomb threat./
I need at least 26 more bars for it. Possibly 32 bars will do, but 26 is preferred. As I stated, I am excepting ideas lyrically and instrumentally. Feed back is welcome as well.