We're pullin strings, killin kings countin all pinky rings, seizin control of the whole game I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions Assassins, we multiply, by the masses Masters of the game (checkmate nigga!) every move you make Through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take You see, what I want you to see And you turn into whatever I want you to be Whatever it be, enemy or ally The Aftermath results in Soul Assassins, worldwide From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post Injectin you, with the high funk overdose Dre and the Hill, stayin Real All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled Executive order make your time shorter get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack Your mind body and soul have been captured And taken captive, by the motherfuckin puppet masters