[Verse 1]
A n***a got the call so I'm the boss
I get up, go outside, jumped in the ride
Before I grabbed the wheel and peel, pushed the stick and drive
Checked my steel and slide my gun to the side
Lightning is cut and through the dark skies
Spell and revenge there's hell in my lens
No bumps, black goose fly outta my skin
Teeth pullin' on black gloves over my hand
Tryna hold on to the wheel while I'm drivin'
Only emitted before I reach this Island, so sick I'm smilin'
This gonna end in violence
I taste redemption in the air, that I seasoned with time
Watch it simmer in the mind, I cool it wit off with the nine
Better yet I got the M82A1
A sniper's gun, this should be fun
See tomorrow he plans to speak before the Congress
About an underworld conglomerate
He plans to hold a conference to introduce the microchip
But I got the contract to leave 'em stiff, they ordered to hit

[Chorus]
A hit on the Rothschilds
A contract on the du Ponts, the Machiavellian lost files
I want judges, presidents laid down
Before the Order of the New World goes around
A hit on the Rothschilds
A contract on the du Ponts, the Machiavellian lost files
I want judges, presidents laid down
Before the Order of the New World goes around
[Verse 2]
There's this house, I wonder where his whereabouts
I circle around this crib like in the form of brewin'
Windows down for the shootin', black shades for the viewin'
Roll ova by a tree then no one can see me
Binoculars around my neck
I sense death and tits in every breath
Murder steps, I see a light come on
Cross you, so nothin' goes wrong
I see a head come in the room, it's a lady holdin' a baby
Mouth open, stick out my tongue, tasted air like I'm so crazy
Then he walks in caution
Walks over looks out his window like he knows
I talk to myself real slow
He's lookin' deep into the trees like he see me
The woman makes a gesture in the back
But he just stares, he knows I'm here

[Chorus]
A hit on the Rothschilds
A contract on the DuMonts, the Machiavellian lost files
I want judges, presidents laid down
Before the Order of the New World goes around
A hit on the Rothschilds
A contract on the du Ponts, the Machiavellian lost files
I want judges, presidents laid down
Before the Order of the New World goes around