What if you where a Hit man... Tell a story.. Or drop a few bars.. or go all out...

[6ftground]

Drop a few bars or go all oout tell "n" us about your Hit man life..be creative..People..Lets Go!


You can catch me on channel 12
squared,
come n through your fears,
stare at the horror scene, see me right there?,
You can catch me in horror or sci-fi flix,
I got hooks so fatal, that can you label
me candy man,
yes I am, sand man and the boogie man
I’m tied all in one fam,
I’m the hoax in man,
A Steven king novel, I am
John Gotti with a smokey gun in hand
I’ll grab ya soul like death,
taunt you like son of sam
take “n” you to heaven or to the flames sin
Now you see in the mind of a hit man....

[Sir Bustalot]

he sparked a spliff, the zippo revealing his face
and handed the man a card, he flipped it - the card was an ace
looked up into a cloud of smoke in the form of a panther
and the cat whispered a problem and told the formulas answer
in an instant the mans soul was ripped into pieces
before his death he cried for god like he was addicted to jesus
not a single trace but maybe some ash from his habit
was a natural at it- ya wont see him again untill after the sabbath -
heart black as night and it would still cast a shadow
but he was so beyond this life he was well past the battle
next time the demon struck the clock read 12:50
and we can ask him about it if you wanna come ta hell wit me

[6ftground]

Hell naa been there and I saw Pac and Biggie
the truth was told to me,
Its petty like game and fifty,
I see the shifty, they eyes and they soul haunt me
I feel the bold in the one who holds the
cold steel pointed at the hustler with the wicked gold grill,
Caught em at the wrong place at the wrong time 4ril
he pulled the trigger richer cause the diamonds was 4ril
Paul Wall and little John 4ril
It’s Ill in the hit mans deal, We flip mans will,
tech and automatic, foul spats bring man to kill
in the life of a hit man death is automatic
I feel like a haunted attic filled with horrible memories
Like American Haunting, you see reproductions of bodies being killed...
I'm a shottie get "n" dump on bodies, who live ill with false will....

[-Alk-]

If I was a hitman, you could catch me ridin' by, drivin' slow
Make sure you're dyin' slow, aiming at your spine through a sniper scope
Two shots left you dead or worse, spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair
Attempts made on my life, all failed, cause I'm still here
There I was, duckin bullets, chips of bricks droppin on my head
There's no escape, the weak are first, then i'm bombin' on the rest
Kicking and stomping on the dead, you're left battered and bruised
I'm laughin' at you, and known for attackin' seniors, and attackin' the youth

[6ftground]

If I ruled the world, I be a hit man taking pictures of your every move man
I’ll be sure I can see you close,
face to face so I’ll still your faith,
befriend you life, shake the hand of ya wife
I’ll bring your daughter a orange CRUSH
Cause later she’ll be ready and will “n” to crush
Then for you I’ll put sleeping pills in ya martini ,
give you cheers and watch you fall asleep off the numbing agency,
then I’ll invite ya moms and sister over, tell em it’s a joke me over party,
and the jokes on him ma,
While I’m pointing at you, I got ya moms and sister drugged too,
Sick ain’t it, don’t worry about ya fam being tainted fool,
I’m not getting hit profits for marketing them topless,
it’s just insurance, reassurance cause see you delinquent,
man what was you think “n”,
You wasn't, so now you marked...By the HITmAn

[2Xtreme]

I'm a hitman, sharp shooting niggas with words
Half man half beast, splitting your head into thirds
This is soprano lifestyle, I got myself a gun
Click, clack, BOW!!!, you finished and done
The tables bout to turn, once you cross my path
Feel the wrath, adding up to your demise like math
These snakes slither through the grass, awaiting attacks
One false move, it's over, bet my life on that
Take a look upon my reign, see through my vision
Me as a prisoner, trapped me, myself, and I within
The whole city is civilized, caged inside of their fear
My position stands over them, my status premier
Building cream through my supreme rhyme schemes
Stealing lives through many, we livin' by the thief's theme
You can smell the anxiety through pitches of screams
The city is in the palms of hands of our regime

[6ftground]

As a hit man,
I attack those who flip and expose,
those who throw elbows,
those hoes get deposed of
with no love,
you can catch em in chalk filled with 44 slugs
On the back twisted watching dove flow “n” above,
I’m a Hit man show “n” tough love
lock and loaded, take "N" picture of a bytch,
and send "n" em home to ya daughter punk snitch,
It’s just another T.K.O hit
wit ski mask and extra clips,
I’m a hit man leaving bodies being burned,
murderous statues of an old revenue returned,
no come "n" back Cause I'm disemboweling niccaz,
who be violent niccaz, it's in my contract nicca,
I get paid to wack, while you lay back,
smoke the weed to get ya mind back,
I sit back analyzing ya every move,
Contract killer style, peep "n" fools,
attack “n” with movies so pin point ,
Closed Caskets all up in the churches joints...
That's howi HIT MAn...

[Mesha Mac]

call me the hit man... excuse me hit woman if you will/
lurking on top of buildings killing niggas for thrill/
watching the blood spill/ all across the pavement/
then hop in the black Suburban and collect payment/
then make new arrangements/ to delete other existence/
shoot em up/ then fall to my knees and pray repentance/
at time its for a vengeance or just for another win/
God blesses me with forgiveness/ and I'm at again/

[R3DRUM]

Slip on gloves, then reach into the glove compartment/
Only to reveal a small, black calibur gun for targets/
It aint for fun i bark it, its for the muuh-ney income/
Think you can outdo this bounty? then cuum n get some/
I luuv this spliff son, for killin its the quickest nerve calmer/
My crimes iz hard to solve like they tricky word problems/
Need to off some peoples? the right payment gets a yes/
Ima sharpshooter, so they cant save their chests with vests/
If that dont answer ya question-can i make em headless-yes...

[R3DRUM]

aint nobody comin harder than that^ hahaaaa

[6ftground]

It's Ok!..Nice wordplay...Lets GO!

[6ftground]

I creep, I never sleep,
I cut my eyelids off to appear mystic
I need no gloves my finger tips have no trace
FBI can’t trace, I got no face, Call me the Ace
I master this, calculated moves erases a bytch
it’s a hit-mans cut, long blade, ridged edge or a switch
IN a Hit-mans state the formality is a fatality,
that the police can’t solve in a tv reality
my Hits are mastery, technics flawless to a snitch or DNA clips,
I make the hits, ballpark style, call me the Berry Bonds of hits
24hrs couldn’t even solve my horror trips...
I leave no trace cause I use acid bytch....
This is how a HIT-mAN spits..

[6ftground]

If I was a hit man bytch,
throats I slit,
the parents I get,
kids I leave em,
cause the insurance money saves em,
I’m sick with hits as a man,
I’m scared of the real man,
surreal is the make-believe kill I deal fam,
I’m like cards, I have to get a cut
I can spread the guts take pictures of eye’s wide, eyes shut,
Sorry about the targets luck,
I’m a young buck,
buck wild “n” out hit man dreams,
a hit man schemes, to get the dream of unlimited currencies,
the urgencies of contracts from those who pay back for
those who lack that, the green backs, how many bytches die for
The currencies of a mob attack,
Naa-- nicca they hire me for that..
What if you was a hit man How would you strike back...
How would you strike back...

[-Alk-]

The suit and tie's not a rental, you can bet I stay actual
All these cats get their tactics from Xbox game manuals
I'm near-precise with sniper scopes mounted on forty fives
Red dots across foreheads, you're bound and born to die
I'm cruisin' in my buick, leather seats, machine gun mounts
You haven't seen my desert eagles till you've seen em out

[Memento]

Call it a contract, but it's not so much as just a blunt agreement
A lot of cash; my motto is if the paper stacks, it's hunting season
But I don't do it for the money reasons, shit... I'm not killing to live
I'm living to kill... and every million I get is just a part of the thrill
I'm a martyr who will die just to feel death if it's the card in the deal
If there's no one left alive I'll Hit Me like a Blackjack & a lead shot
But until that day, I'm an armed, dangerous class act you shouldn't set off
My temper means heads off, I work for power & glory
Fun is gory, love, amori, know my guns are telling stories
Severed histories, this occupation needs some new blood... I wait for Sheena's birth
My seed is worth everything to me, the only being I could never harm
Ever calm in the meadows, long after this song, a ressurrection of St. Petersburg
But that's confidential... just know the proportions are monumental
A spawn of him who teaches you to become one with the monster in you
I trained with guns & pistols, a hell of a sniper rifle
But when I'm cunning, give victims the kiss of death while I strangle them with a fiber wire

¿To Be Cotinued?

[L-dopa]

fuck ''what if'' man im the real mrs smith with a smith n wesson.
leave no prints to lift.my MO keeps the likes of Grissom guessin.
throwin lines like a fishin lesson on my history of violence,sir.
poppin targets like bubble wrap.double tap with the silencer.
all my hits are clean,vics leave the scene with their brain leaking dopamine.
clip your throat and spleen from long range without the use of a scope or beam.
then throw up a smokescreen and vanish.no mess, maximum damage.
a mistress of disguise. Fluent in french,german,latin and spanish.
just tell me which chap to kill and il fax the bill after ive capped his grill.
ive done more headshots than photographers that snap for the actors guild
so draft your will 'fore i run up in yr crib and expend the heater
tell a friend. need a life to end?Send for Le Femme Nikita.

[ADOLF]

Time To Fly To Canada With Fuck I.d.s From Atlanta
And Buy A Gun The Size Of A Movie Camera
A New S.u.v. These Niggas Fuckin With Family
So Am Hunting Down Niggas From Here To Miami
Im Travelin Dolo, Studing Photos
5! 4! Tated From My Wrist To My Elbows
Now Im Looking At Ur Front Porch Holding A Blowtorch
Crash Into Ur Shit With A Stolen Porche
And When You Come To See Whuts Going On
Thats When I Put The Crome On Ur Dome
Blow Out Ur Brains Leave The Gun At The Scene
Burn Down Ur House Then I Get Away Clean