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(Talking)
Yeah... It's that real this time around Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2 It's on now mother fucker.. Lock and load! (Verse 1) This is the point of no return I could never go back Life without parole up state shackled and trapped Living in the hole, lookin' at the world through a crack But fuck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped I've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for me Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B Just like the Spanish exterminating Tainos Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos Motherfuckers made me out of self righteous hatred And now you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix A suicide bomber strapped and ready to blow Lethal injection strapped down ready to go Don't you understand they'll never let me live out in peace Concrete jungle, guerilla war out in the streets Nat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and machete The end of the world, mother fucker you not ready This is the point of no return and nobody can stop it Malcolm Little when he knelt before Elijah Muhammad The comet that killed the dinosaurs, changing the earth They love to criticize they always say I change for the worse Like prescription pills when you misusing them nigga The Templar Knights when they took Jerusalem nigga And figured out what was buried under Solomon's temple Al Aqsa the name is not coincidental I know too much, the government is trying to murder me No coming back like cutting your writs open vertically How could the serpent be purposely put in charge of the country Genetic engineered sickness spread amongst me My people are so hungry that they attack without reason Like a fuckin' dog ripping off the hand that feeds him Immortal Technique is treason to the Patriot Act So come and get me mother fucker cause I'm not coming back (Hook) This is the point from which I could never return And if I back down now then forever I burn This is the point from which I could never retreat Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace This is the point from which I will die or succeed Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed From now on it can never be the same as before Cause the place that I'm from doesn't exist anymore (Verse 2) This is the point of no return nigga you better believe this Mary Magdalene giving birth to the children of Jesus The evolution of the world, bloody and dramatic Human beings killing monkeys to conquer the planet The kingdoms of Africa and Mesopotamia Machine gunnin' your body with depleted uranium This is the age of microchips and titanium The dark side of the moon and contact with aliens I started out like Australians, criminal minded Broke into hell, tore it down, and built and city behind it South Paw, murderous, methodology nigga Remember that I'm just a man don't follow me nigga Cause once you past the point you can never go home You've got to face the possibility of dying alone So tell me mother fucker, how could you die for the throne? When you don't even got the fuckin' heart to die for your own It rains acid, one day the earth will cry from a stone And you'll be lookin' at the world livin' inside of a dome Computerized humanity living inside of a clone This is the place where the unknown is living and real Worm went to planet X and the seventh seal Universal truth is not measured in mass appeal This is the last time that I kneel and pray to the sky Cause almost everything that I was ever told was a lie (Hook) This is the point from which I could never return And if I back down now then forever I burn This is the point from which I could never retreat Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace This is the point from which I will die or succeed Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed From now on it can never be the same as before Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore |
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(Intro: from the film "Scarface")
Host: I've heard whispers about the financial support your government receives from the drug industry. Guest: Well, the irony of this, of course, is that this money, which is in the billions, is coming from your country. You see, you are the major purchaser of our national product, which is of course cocaine. Host: On one hand, you're saying the United States government is spending millions of dollars to eliminate the flow of drugs onto our streets. At the same time, we are doing business with the very same government that is flooding our streets with cocaine. Guest: Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other characters that are involved in this tragic comedy. (Beat starts) *Two Men Speak in Spanish* (Immortal Technique - Worker) I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies Treated like a slave, the coca fields have to be ready The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms So I pray to Jesucristo when I go to the mission Process the cocaine, paced and play my position (Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss) Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad So to feed your kids, I need these bricks 40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I (*sniff*) Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials (Diabolic - Peruvian Leader) Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate And assassinate my predecessor to have his place In a third-world fascist state, lock the nation With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see (Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor) Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough (Poison Pen - Drug Dealer) I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect) Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down) My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot? Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my yayo We won't stop for you bastards Must choose (?), chop it and bag it (Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer) Taking pictures and tapping phones Debating snitches and cracking codes Past a couple, blast the fo', Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack or blow And my overtime is where your taxes go I gain your trust Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front On the low with cameras taping ya Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room (C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate) Out the evidence room (*Said with Loucipher*) Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you You think you got work? They copping too We control blocks, they lock countries Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and soon Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke Players do favors for governors and tax makers Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared Not prepared to do years like Javier (Immortal Technique Speaking) The story just told is an example of the path that drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in every state in this country. It's a lot deeper than the niggas on your block. So when they point the finger at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell them: (Wesley Snipes - from "New Jack City") I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one that's guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Colombian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the American way. |
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Verse 1)
Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder Like those motherfuckers runnin' away from the twin towers Gunshots rock the earth like a meteor shower Bowling For Columbine, fear, giving the media power Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box Government cocaine cooked into ghetto crack rock Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments Working your whole life wondering where the day went The subway stays packed like a multicultural slave-ship It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin' And people coming home after corporate sharecroppin And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children But gentrification is kicking them out of their building A generation of babies born without health-care Families homeless, thrown the fuck off the welfare (Hook) Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? (Verse 2) It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown We live in distress and hang the flag upside down The sound of conservative politicians on television People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen They vote for us to go to war instantly But none of their kids serve in the infantry The odds are stacked against us like a casino Think about it, most of the army is black and latino And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words You just another stupid motherfucker out on the curb Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways But you can't read history at an illiterate stage And you can't raise a family on minimum wage Why the fuck you think most of us are locked in a cage I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future And if you're in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya Uproot ya with the evil that grows in my people Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal But I see through the mentality implanted in us And I educate my fam about who we should trust (Hook) Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? |
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I'm obnoxious, motherfucker can't you tell?
Run through Little Havana yelling "Viva Fidel!" Jerking off with the sheets, when I stay at hotels Drinking Bacardi at AA meetings, smoking an L I'm broke as hell, my attitude is no good Like working for white people after watching Rosewood So I'm a mercenary, I don't care how I get richer Like American companies that did business with Hitler Get the picture nigga, I'm the best of both worlds Without the hidden camera, and the 12 year old girl Let's face it you're basic, you aren't half the man that I am I'll throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my hand Give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain That's your girl? Bitch get over here, give me some brain! I'll bust off on her face, and right after this segment She'll probably rub it in her pussy, trying to get herself pregnant I said it I meant it, that's the way I deal with enemies Like pro-lifers, that support the death penalty And don't talk about war, when niggas know that your puss A fucking hypocrite draft-dodger like George Bush Don't push me nigga, cause I'm close to the edge And I'll jump off with a rope that's wrapped around your head Send a death fetus to my ex on Valentine's Day The safety's off nigga, so get the fuck out my way Obnoxious nigga, murderous lyrics, I know that you hear it Now that I'm getting closer and closer I know that you feel it You eating off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick Niggas said hip hop was dead, but I invoking the spirit We're taking it, back in the day to the Golden Age When whack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage Immortal Technique, I made this the bump in your ride Or burn it off the Internet, and bump it outside Nigga, we keeping it live, we keeping it live We keeping it live, we keeping it live Burn it off the fucking internet, and bump it outside Look motherfucker, my words damage and slaughter A raging alcoholic like the President's daughters Disgusting flows like third world country tap-water But before I hit the border, someone give me a quarter Cause I'm a prank call, Cop-Shot, just for kicks Pay back, for everytime that they called me a spic And Puerto Rican chicks tell me that I fuck like I'm loco (crazy) And Dominican women call me the rompe toto (pussy destroyer) They call me osioso (obnoxious), I'd rather get fired than quit I get unemployment, you work and we making the same shit How dare you niggas criticize, the way that I spit You coffee shop revolutionary son-of-a-bitch But you know what the fuck I think is just pathetic and gay When niggas speculate, what the fuck Pac would say You don't know shit, about a dead man's perspective And talking shit will get your neckbone disconnected Disrespected, niggaz don't "show no love" Why you trying to be hardcore, you fucking homo thug And don't be sensitive and angry at the shit that I wrote Cause if you can take a fucking dick, you can take a joke I'll choke your friends in front of you, to prove that you be falling off And you won't do shit about it, like the Church during the Holocaust Kalashnikov machine gun flow that I fire Obnoxious until they shoot me on the day I retire Obnoxious nigga, murderous lyrics, I know that you hear it Now that I'm getting closer and closer I know that you feel it You're eating off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick Niggas said hip hop was dead but I awoken the spirit We're taking it, back in the day to the Golden Age When whack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage Immortal Technique, I made this the bump in your ride Or burn it off the Internet, and bump it outside Nigga, we keeping it live, we keeping it live We keeping it live, we keeping it live Burn it off the fucking internet, and bump it outside Daaaaamn homie, in high school I beat the shit out of you and your man homie Your girl wanna blow me and don't even know me She lonely and she think you a phony I'll take a piss on a development deal from Sony, or Def Jam Cause you like, all of the rest man This ain't a verse, this shit talk at the end of the song And you can suck a dick, if you think I ended it wrong Fuck you and I'm gone, fuck ya'll niggas! Piece to the strong hold, EO dub Word-A-Mouf, Forbidden Chapters IAK niggas, westpoe killing you slow The plague; I murder a show, you don't even know Yeah, foul play nigga Harlem! |
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(feat. DJ Rocraida)
[Verse 1] Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done I leave ya full of clips like the moon blocking the sun my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch and now these parasites want a percent of my ascap trying to control perspective like an acid flashback but here's a quotable for every single record exec get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams No ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream and that's the primary reason that I hate ya'll faggots I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker and murder counter-revolutionaries personally break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury A&R's try jerking me thinking they call shots offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pox you're all getting shot, you little fucking treacherous bitches [Hook] This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company you can call it reparations or restitution lock and load nigga, industrial revolution [Verse 2] I want fifty-three million dollars for my calloused hands like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave two million people in prison keep the government paid stuck in a six by eight cell alive in a grave i was made by revolution to speak to the masses deep in the club toast to truth, reach for your glasses I'll burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards innocent deep in a casket, Colombian fashion intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion you motherfuckers will never get me to stop blastin' you better off asking Ariel Sharon for compassion you better off begging for twenty points from a label you better off battling cancer under telephone cables Technique, chemically unstable, set to explode foretold by the Dead Sea scrolls written in codes so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck stuck in the underground a general, that rose to the limit without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets [Hook] |
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DANGER! BEAT BANDITS, NIGGA!
Yeah...Harlem to Chicago to LA..To Toronto...Philly...Motherfucker Rio de Janeiro nigga...Capetown, South Africa! I never make songs to disrespect women Or to judge people, about the way that they living But the way I am is based on the life I was given Like them white boys, "losing my religion"! I used to be a Christian and a political pawn The Bible is right and all your native culture is wrong Next thing you know you telling me bout making a song Come in a studio and tell me that I'm making it wrong Pissed off cause reality is making it strong Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh making a bomb Hey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on? These rap niggas making propaganda out of your song But it's the gong show, amateur night at the Apollo My dick is like my music but harder to swallow So children follow me like the Pied Piper And sing the chorus in the air with your blunt and lighter You played yourself thinking you down with me I'll end your life nigga don't fuck around with me And if you kids can't listen then you bound to see The way you get shot for crossing the boundary The second verse is worse than the first in this respect Scripted specifically to keep people in check Harlem to Boston real niggas spit with me But Landspeed you ain't fucking shit to me And underground labels know that I don't trust you And you only independent till you major so fuck you And if you pissed off cause you think that I dissed you I'll rape your mom so we can make this a personal issue Dance with the devil Remember that you're not on my level Stupid you're not ready; I won decipher Bragging Rights and Rock Steady And practically every battle that they got in New York And I still murder rappers on the streets for sport Dr. Guillotine, cutting you short, little man But you don't give me props cause I never won at Scribble Jam? Well fuck you, I hope someone you love dies so fuck your crew And fuck your family too Technique said it bitch, what the fuck you gonna do? You played yourself thinking you down with me I'll end your life nigga don't fuck around with me And if you kids can't listen then you bound to see The way you get shot for crossing the boundary Immortal Technique incinerate degenerate fags Burn Trent Lott wrapped in his Confederate flag I got the beretta with my face wrapped in a rag So put the African slave jewelry in the bag Motherfuckers tell me that a diamond is forever But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Medgar Evers? House niggas get your head severed trying to be thug You don't concern me, I'm trying to hurt the people you love Word of mouth is I'm in the club being sneaky I'm like the bodysnatchers and your girl is getting sleepy I'll murder you, indiscreetly, right at the source Like the Roman legionare that stabbed Christ on the cross This about Judo It ain't about Jesus And you shouldn't fucking talk about telekinesis Nigga please; moving shit with your mind? Try moving your mom out the projects with your rhymes And next time: I'm coming after cual quiera (what you want) Profanity, fuck it carajo maldita mierda (fucking damn shit) Roll up the hierba, y pasa la para izquierda (weed, and pass it to the left) Put the price up to listen to listen to meek pop shit Cause I got Martha Stewart giving me stock tips Underground money with honeys up in the whip Bangbus.com nigga fucking your bitch Yeah...played yourself, nigga. Fuck all ya'll. You don't know shit about me, don't ever open your mouth and discuss who the fuck I am. I thought I told ya'll niggas on Vol. 1, I wasn't fucking around, and you just slept, because you sold a few thousand units in the Golden era, when niggas'll buy anything on the shelf. Those days are through, and you're through with them. |
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The new age is upon us...and yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
...for those who hide behind the false image of the son of man, shall stand before God! It has begun... the beginning of the end...yeah...yeah...yeah, yeah The voice of racism preaching the Gospel is devilish A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist Forgetting God is not religion, but a spiritual bond And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran They bombed innocent people, trying to murder Saddam When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings 'Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right wing, ideology Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facing assassination Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave? Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves Corporate America, dancing offbeat to the rhythm You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism? Human rights violations, we continue the saga El Salvador and the Contras in Nicaragua And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Read about the history of the place that we live in And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension And they refuse to even mention, European intervention Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams US manufactured missiles, and M-16's Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams Media censorship, blocking out the video screens A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain Democracy is just a word, when the people are starving The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezing And the world doesn't believe that you fighting for freedom Cause you fucked the Middle East and gave birth to a demon It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live I'm trying to give the truth, and I know the price is my life But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God Bitch niggas scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle A bandana full of glittering, generality Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality? Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you While you hanging your flag out your project window Yeah, the fourth branch of the government, aka the media, seems to now have a retirement plan For ex-military officials as if their opinion was at all unbiased. A machine shouldn't speak for men so shut the fuck up you mindless drone And you know it's serious when these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars On a PR campaign to try and convince you they're fair and balanced When they're some of the most ignorant and racist people Giving that type of mentality a safe haven We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do We die in wars, we don't get contracts to make money off 'em afterwards We don't get weapons contracts, nigga We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga We are cheap labor, nigga Turn off the news and read, nigga Read. Read. Read. |
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[immortal Technique]
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside Like the feeling of 50 million people hoping you'd die And niggaz wonder why my heart is full of hatred an anger Cause some bitch killed my first born song with a coat hanger I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty and cold Crippled and worthless, so I thought that it could never be sold My mother told me that placing my faith in God was the answer But then I hated God cause he gave my mother cancer Killing her slow like the Feds did to the Black Panthers The genesis of genocide is like a Pagan religion Carefully hidden, woven into the holidays of a Christian I had a vision of nuclear holocaust on top of me And this is prophecy, the words that I speak from my lungs The severed head of John the Baptist speaking in tongues Like Che Guevara my soliloquies speak to a gun Pain is slow motion like trees that reach for the Sun Nigga the preaching is done cause I don't got a DJ Like Reverond Run I curse the life of any man who kills benevolent ones I never asked to be the messenger but I was chosen to speak the words of every African slave dumped in the ocean stolen by America tortured, buried, and frozen written out of the history books your children are holding Internally Bleeding, cold blooded stripped of emotion I go through the motions but there's no life in my eyes it's like I'm hooked up to a respirator waiting to die hooked up to the fucking chair waiting to fry sooth an electrocution currently used in my execution producing thoughts at the speed of light, burning confusion I'm loosing my sight breathing is tight, the evening is white I made my peace with the Lord and now I stand on his right.. Death is a another part of life.. (Chorus: Immortal Technique] These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, Internally Bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, Internally Bleeding Angel of death dragging me away while I'm sleeping Watching my world crumble in front of me, searching for meaning |
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(Talking)
Immortal Technique Revolutionary Volume 2 Yeah, broadcasting live from Harlem, New York Let the truth be known.. (Verse 1) You better watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC 'Cuz AIDS infested child molesters aren't sicker than me I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black The way the government downplays historical facts 'Cuz the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon And you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me You think Illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy theory? That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' shit And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government So I'm jammin' frequencies in ya brain when you speak to me Technique will rip a rapper to pieces indecently Pack weapons illegally, because I'm never hesitant Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president (Hook) Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong The truth will set you free, written down in this song And the song has the Cause of Death written in code The Word of God brought to life, that'll save ya soul.. Save ya soul motherfucker...save ya soul.. Yeah, yeah, yeah (Verse 2) I hacked the Pentagon for self-incriminating evidence Of Republican manufactured white powder pestilence Marines Corps. flak vest, with the guns and ammo Spittin' bars like a demon stuck inside a piano Turn a Sambo into a soldier with just one line Now here's the truth about the system that'll fuck up your mind They gave Al Queda 6 billion dollars in 1989 to 1992 And now the last chapters of Revelations are coming true And I know a lot of people find it hard to swallow this Because subliminal bigotry makes you hate my politics But you act like America wouldn't destroy two buildings In a country that was sponsoring bombs dropped on our children I was watching the Towers, and though I wasn't the closest I saw them crumble to the Earth like they was full of explosives And they thought nobody noticed the news report that they did About the bombs planted on the George Washington bridge Four Non-Arabs arrested during the emergency And then it disappeared from the news permanently They dubbed a tape of Osama, and they said it was proof "Jealous of our freedom," I can't believe you bought that excuse Rockin a motherfucking flag don't make you a hero Word to Ground Zero The Devil crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th The New World Order was born on September 11 (Hook) (Verse 3) And just so Conservatives don't take it to heart I don't think Bush did it, 'cuz he isn't that smart He's just a stupid puppet taking orders on his cell phone From the same people that sabotaged Senator Wellstone The military industry got it poppin' and lockin' Looking for a way to justify the Wolfowitz Doctrine And as a matter of fact, Rumsfeld, now that I think back Without 9/11, you couldn't have a war in Iraq Or a Defense budget of world conquest proportions Kill freedom of speech and revoke the right to abortions Tax cut extortion, a blessing to the wealthy and wicked But you still have to answer to the Armageddon you scripted And Dick Cheney, you fuckin leech, tell them your plans About building your pipelines through Afghanistan And how Israeli troops trained the Taliban in Pakistan You might have some house niggaz fooled, but I understand Colonialism is sponsored by corporations That's why Halliburton gets paid to rebuild nations Tell me the truth, I don't scare into paralysis I know the CIA saw Bin Laden on dialysis In '98 when he was Top Ten for the FBI Government ties is really why the Government lies Read it yourself instead of asking the Government why 'Cuz then the Cause of Death will cause the propaganda to die.. (Man talking) He is scheduled for 60 Minutes next. He's going on French, British, Italian... Japanese television. People everywhere are starting to listen to him. It's embarassing |
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Freedom of speech, motherfucker
Okay, something for the kids (hahaha) (Pinocchio) I got no strings to hold be down To make me fret or make me frown I had strings, but now I'm free I got no strings on me (Verse 1) Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand Bitches know that I'm a freak like the elephant man Intelligent plans Fuck a record deal, I want development land With my benevolent clan And that's the reason that I only trust my fam 40,000 records sold, 400 grand Fuck a middle man, I won't pay anyone else I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets my self I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf And because of this executives try to diss me Racism frozen in time like Walt Disney And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors If I switch up my politics and change my behavior Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat Bitch niggas that never spent a day in the street But I repeat that nobody can hold my reigns I put the truth on tracks nigga, simple and plain (Pinocchio) I got no strings, so I have fun I'm not tied up to anyone They've got strings but you can see There are no strings on me! (Verse 2) I guess to America I'm a disaster A slave that was destined to own his masters Independent in every single sense of the word I say what I want, you fuckin little sensitive herd This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech But now you want try to control the way that I speak And O'Reilly you think that you a patriot? You ain't nothing but a motherfuckin racist bitch Fulla hatred, pressin a button trying to inject me But I ain't got no motherfuckin deal with Pepsi No corporate sponser telling me what to do Asking me to tone it down during the interview Tryin' to minimize the issue, but I'm keeping it large I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge Speakin is hard when you got strings attached So I'm a say it for you 'cause I ain't got none o' that And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain Aiyyo son, let this little nigga explan: (Pinocchio) I got no strings to hold be down To make me fret or make me frown I had strings, but now I'm free I got no strings on me Come on son, y'all niggas know the way I do Immortal Technique, got com (?) live for you And I know sometimes it be making you nervous The way I snatch puppet rappers that belong in a circus You motherfuckers just can't compare Looking for a fan base that's no longer there I know that you're scared, and you're hidin' up in the cut But this is freedom of speech nigga, tell 'em what's up Word nigga, fuck John Ashcroft! Nigga, fuck Fox News! Fuck those snake-ass bitches Tryin to manipulate your opinion, tellin you what to think Word the fuck up, like "we invaded niggas 'cause we want to free them" You racist motha fucka, you don't give a shit about those people You can suck my dick!! (hahahaha) Another rum and coke at the bar, nigga Its my day off, word up Fuck, for the kids, (ha) for the kids (hahaha) Beat Bandits |
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(Verse 1)
They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it Reality is nourishment, but people don't believe it I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it But this is for the paraplegics, people dreamin' of runnin' ladies married to men who don't please'em dreamin' of cummin' verbally murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin' Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell Hell is not a place you go if you're not a Christian it's the failure of your life's greatest ambition It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion I don't see the difference in between the wrong and the wrong Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms I'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack And since life is a gamble like the craps tables at Vegas I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages (Verse 2) I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be as if our peoples' history started with slavery Painfully I discovered the shit they kept a secret this is the exodus like the black Jews out of Egypt I keep it reality based with the music I make blow up the truth to your face with the style I run wit' like the navy missiles that shot down flight 800 I'm like the Africans who came here before Columbus and from the 15hundreds until after the model I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow You see the spaniards never left despues de Colon and if you don't believe me, you can click on Univision I never seen so much racism in all of my life every program and newscast, all of them white It's like apartheid with 10 percent ruling the rest that type of stress will make me put the fucking tool to your chest Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya I burn slow like pissing drunk with gonnorrhea I'll do a free show in North Korea, burning the flag while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag Tryin' to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this: capitalism and democracy are not synonymous You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn and I refuse to be concerned with condescending advice cuz I'm the only motherfucker that can change my life (Ending) Some people think I won't make it but I know that I will Escape the emptiness cuz that shit is slow and it kills the flow and the skill I made y'all believe that it last You can make the future but it starts with LEAVING THE PAST |
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(Verse 1)
She was on her way to becoming a college graduate Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play "I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it 'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure (Hook - Jean Grae) Don't you know that, time waits for no man Not fate, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night Can't find, a reason why God came, to you and I If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know (Verse 2) Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower We talked about, power to the people and such We spent more time together but it was never enough I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full of tears She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night (Hook) (Verse 3) I went on with my life, college and my career Ended up locked up like an animal for a year Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer came back, in tact and on track But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone Relatively well-known around the New York underground But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair Though gone physically, somehow it was still there I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear So I went and visited the building where she used to live The world looks a lot different after you do a bid The way your life done changed While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter (Hook) (Verse 4) She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor "Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said "By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven I thank God at least I got to know what love really was But it hurt me, to see what true love really does 'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993 I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me" What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her She was buried on August 3rd The story ends without a sequel And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond 'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone |
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