Your Time to Die - JT Music

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