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Дата випуску: 10.11.2015
Мова пісні: Англійська
Your Time to Die |
Born into Revolution, an industrial one |
But I would not call me lucky, coming up from the slums |
Nobody’s wondering why I hardly trust anyone |
Cause if you’re free from corruption, then you must be a nun |
You’ve got an army of thugs? Then let me bloody’em up |
Don’t lay a hand on my coat unless you wanna be cut |
I’ll pummel you with brass knuckles, leave you ugly as fuck |
Then wipe the blood off my gauntlet, and act like nothing is up! |
Because I’m keeping up appearances within my Syndicate |
If you’re pollutin' my community, I’m catchin' wind of it! |
I’m making history, with every single day I’m living it! |
I’ll leave a bigger footprint than frickin' Charles Dickens did |
Cause my name is as famous as David Copperfield is |
Child labor’s popular, my god that’s awful for kids |
I’m trying to stop these Hard Times from getting harder than this |
And I still got Great Expectations, now that’s an Oliver Twist HA! |
Keep your children outta factories |
You can haul your own coal, sew your own tapestries |
If you’re living lavishly, that’ll end in tragedy |
I’ll knock you off your balcony, and leave the rest to gravity |
Here’s my manifesto, It’s practically a rhapsody |
Who’da knew beneath this classy jacket I’d be packing heat? |
I’m a fashion masterpiece, sent by the Assassin’s Creed |
If you’re an aristocrat, now’s the time to flatter me |
That dude is fly, with that suit and tie, he don’t mess around |
She’s by his side, nowhere to hide |
When they come to town |
Cause there’s Assassin their veins |
Every Templar will be slain |
A time to live, time to fight |
Now, it’s your time to die |
Leave it to me and Evie to keep these streets clean |
Ha ha! That ain’t gonna be easy, No, UH! |
The name’s Jacob Frye, If you can’t wait to die |
Inside my cane I hide a blade with which I take your life |
I’m taking over Devil’s Acre with this gang of mine |
Drinking bitter, we prefer it to the taste of wine |
When we got a problem, we assassinate the guy |
Pick your pocket, take you hostage, any way to make it by |
Take your eyes off my sister, man, she ain’t your wife |
But she may slice you wide open with a table knife |
Call us crooks, soon enough we’ll make you change your mind |
Join the Rooks if you love it when the stakes are high |
I’ve climbed higher steeples, I’ve scaled bigger Bens |
Don’t believe me? Take a swim in the River Thames |
That dude is fly, with that suit and tie |
He don’t mess around |
She’s by his side, nowhere to hide |
When they come to town |
Send corruption to it’s grave |
Hidden blades decide your fate |
You’ll pay the price for your life of crime |
When it’s your time to die |
Welcome to London, City of the Paupers |
Don’t think you’re safe cause you were brought up prim and proper |
You really oughta watch your back, you got a stalker |
Six shot revolver, let’s see who can draw first |
But if you draw last, you’re gonna drop fast |
I’ll pull my hood down and throw on my top hat |
Quit with the kukri, don’t make me prove my skill |
I’ll take these orphans out the textile and put you through the mill |
As long as I complete my mission, doesn’t matter who I kill |
Bet your ass Jack the Ripper’s got some massive shoes to fill |
Knock me off the tracks, I’ll come back with direction |
Nowhere to run and you have no protection |
You can thank Darwin, natural selection |
That dude is fly, with that suit and tie |
He don’t mess around |
She’s by his side, nowhere to hide |
When they come to town |
Cause there’s Assassin their veins |
Trust in them, they’ll take the reigns |
When your injustice comes to light |
It’s your time to die |