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[Intro] Yo, in a hundred years form now Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead So it's inconsequential really All the shit that you talk All the bullshit that you stand for It's more important what, what your ready to build What you're ready to pass down to your children What you're ready to create You better fucking remember that When you challenge a mother fucker like me Remember, I'm the dominant species [Verse 1] I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic The government is psychotically racist and robotic The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality Life is war, and every day's a battle to me I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me Stupidity's not allowed by me Cause I don't got time to play I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away Darkness at any time of day I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say Stellar density becomes your physical alignment 1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement [Chorus] Yo, yo, yo, I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalanced Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet [Verse 2] Yo, yo, lyrically I'm infinite like possibilities But you don't have the capability like infertility Cause opening your mouth to question my validity Is like trying to contradict the theory of relativity When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Misery But break out like father running form responsibility Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility I balance humility, with brutal instinct I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars La Brea tar pit thick So don't ever talk shit And remember something nigga, while you rave and rant A roach can live for nine days without its head but you can't [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm explicit like video tapes of conjugal visits Some niggas are too stupid to understand it like astrophysics Technique is exquisite I'll make your thoughts a victory Get pessimistic with the quickness If you think that I will just become another statistic with anything but success When I bless the mic as I spit this Specifically prolific with Kaposi's Sarcoma-type! sickness My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too much reality For the fucking hit list I got a Black Panther mentality with a spick fist So you can get dissed Even if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or globally Multi-platinum sold I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and ready to kill Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you chills I drop knowledge while these mother fuckers clumsily spill And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge I'm the lyrically apocalypse that crumbles the granite Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet |
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[Intro] Big Zoo, uh, Technique, uh, positive balances, uh, uh [Verse 1: Big Zoo] Pound for pound, I'm the most positive when I bust mine The Zoo adds on like a plus sign Addition, that's the key in the ignition With no pause, I propel to pole position (Vroom!) Ahead of the pack, light years ahead of the wack I give a fiend a Good Book, instead of the crack That's the gold mine, negativity can't hold mine The black bear's headed for the gold mine (look out, look out) And then I'm positive as Showtime I make negative MC's switch styles in no time They change teams, rhyme about kings and queens Instead of how they sellin' work to fiends Then I switch thugs into soldiers Those that have given up on God to praise J Hova (Damn!) The rap Ice Age is over And positivity protects the Z boulder boulder [Chorus: Immortal Technique w/ Big Zoo ad-libs] Yeah, you know how it goes, positivity, yeah My opinion is solid ground but your a common hater Splitting and dividing on numbers like a denominator Third-eye navigator movements are necessary Everything you see in videos is secondary You need positivity like you need respect in jail Because without balance you'll be making negative record sales Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, like this [Verse 2 - Immortal Technique] I jerk off inside books and give life to words Leaving concepts stuck together you probably never heard (what?) I love when people think I'm psychologically disturbed Cause it means I overloaded their neurological nerves Rappers try to serve me with disgusting incompetence But I keep it positive with ultimate dominance Meditating with Native Americans close to Providence I speak to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wows But rumor has it that you getting raped like Lil' Bow Wow Now listen industry motherfuckers, don't get offended Remember, that I'll bring an end to your pretender agenda And render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?) And put your soul in a blender You living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in December Instead of catering to labels, something gotta give I'll rip the electrons out your body and make you positive I seen a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmicks Because without balance, you don't last more than a minute This ain't a game, I'll beat the shit out you at the line of scrimmage I rock shows in the ghetto, nigga you stuck in the village I wanted to spit on the radio since I was eleven But I can't afford the pay-ola for Hot 97's So I make paper underground, and I'm soon to blow Moving tapes like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios [Biggie's Hypnotize sample] [chorus] Yeah, you know how it goes, positivity, yeah My opinion is solid ground but your a common hater Splitting and dividing on numbers like a denominator Third-eye navigator movements are necessary Everything you see in videos is secondary You need positivity like you need respect in jail Because without balance you'll be making negative record sales Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, like this |
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<i>[Immortal Technique]</i>
Yo yo, son give me that newspaper <i>[Friend]</i> Yeah aight, here you go <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> Man, I hate this one yo. You know the Post is always on some bias racist bullshit, man. Word I mean on the daily news <i>[Friend]</i> <i>[Laughs]</i> word, I feel you <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> They ridiculous man, times are better but they still on some bullshit <i>[Friend]</i> <i>[Laughs]</i> I know that man. (Hiss) <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> Another nigga killed by these fucking cops, yo! <i>[Friend]</i> What? Word? Psh <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> See that's why I gotta get the fuck outta here man, I need some peace I need something like that or I'ma just start blasting! These fucking pigs man <i>[Friend]</i> I feel you, son <i>[laughs]</i> <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> For real, yo <i>[Friend]</i> Yo son, fuck it then. Let's do something man, let's see some mamis out there <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> You know what? Matter fact pack the bags <i>[Friend]</i> Aight then <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> Start the fucking whip up, I'm outta here yo for real Yo, I hate my job so I always look to a better day Far from New York City on a tropical getaway But not in Miami cause these white Cuban Anti-Castros can't stand me And that's the reason I'll never win a fixed up Latin Grammy After this racist Latinos'll goddamn me But my Black people love me And when I go to South America people'll be tryna hug me Cause I talk about reality that effects them And even though I blew up I could never neglect them What kind of a revolutionary action would that be I be categorizing practically every other MC But never that cause I'm clever with facts Sever your raps Fake players and thugs Will forever be whack I'm still rolling with my squadron Heavily strapped And even if I get killed I'll enviably be back Encyclopedia Hispanic are over digital dat Don't ever compare me with small minded criminal cats I kill kids on tracks like Dale Onhart Spit in your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark I was born a genius but I learned to be street smart My vacation just started I'm out to the Caribbean swimming in Dominican women the color of cinnamon You motherfuckers wish you had the lifestyle I'm living in <i>[Laughs]</i> Yo, yo <i>[Repeat 2x]</i> East coast to West coast and everything in between This is dedicated to everybody chasing they dreams This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it seems But I'ma make it cause I got survival stuck in my genes <i>[Immortal Technique talking]</i> Word up (word), Immoral Technique representing Harlem all the way to my fam in Englewood. I'm out motherfucker <i>[Laughs]</i> The ghetto way nigga |
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Look I ain't never been afraid to tell how I really feel
Nunca, I think everybody should know that Yo creo que todos debemos de saber eso Fuckin' ought to know, yo I gotta tell these chicks a lot of times, mira Tu estas actuando en una manera muy mala Bien mala y no me importa ya, I gotta let ya know Let 'em know. Here we go, digale a la gente, primo Gotta let you know for real. Son drop that <i>[Verse I]</i> Siempre me encuentro con la mujer equivocada A superficial mami con la alma comprada Yo I'm sick of stupid chicks que hablan de nada Let's got to my house conversacion acabada Yeah we can fuck but you gotta go after manana You walking bootlegged porque te deje clavada Don't ever talk shit about niggaz and get enojada There's a reason that you never been properly amada Cause you fuck niggaz and suck dick como si nada Para la porqueria and save the drama Don't come to the fucking club con una actitud mala You've been drinking too much Bacardi and smoking lala Escuchame senorita, if you don't respect yourself Don't expect respect from anyone else Don't expect un hombre to support you with wealth Go to college and be successful, do it for delft Nunca vas a ser shit without knowledge your self Mamis with cultural ineptitude are bad for your health That's the type of mujer that I put back on the shelf And go back to the pack crowd to look for somebody else Adios, check it <i>[Hook]</i> We keep it moving properly No me importa lo que haces, ain't no way of stopping me Moving through property, like I own every monopoly Smoking broccoli, compartiendo ideologies Pero solamente pasa on special occasions When beautiful intelligent mamis stay blazing (Stay blazing!) Y ahora for you motherfucking niggaz Yo... si <i>[Verse 2]</i> Immortal Technique the resurrected Che Guevara But y'all cats are just a bunch of fake Tony Montana I bring drama like revolucion Cubana And block stages like my last name was Santana Como puedes comparar your anterouch to my squad You motherfucker is faker than resurrection full of bud Don't try to be hard cuz I don't stress faked fellas I'll burn your house down and empty the clip of tu abuela Mucha gente try to convince everyone that they trife Hablando mierda but you never shot a gun in your life Siempre gritando how you keep it real in the cife But most of your rappers can't even keep it real with your wife I'll sacrifice you puto cabron for running his mouth Car-jack you and kidnap you in front of your house And while you tied up by that shotgun while I'm driving down south I'll push the pedal to setenta and kick you the fuck out Solamente to look back and have something to laugh about I doubt that you really want Technique as an enemigo Fuck with me I'll make your people turn up desaparecido My estilo es Chupa Camaro Y Zapatista I'm a revel soldier murdering rap artistas Colombian neck-tile MC hasta la vista Taking over the fucking country like socialita Cobardes, yo <i>[Hook]</i> We keep it moving properly No me importa lo que haces, ain't no way of stopping me Moving through property, like I own every monopoly I'll broad your fucking brain out and spread your philosophy This is if te pones celoso motherfucker is watching me I don't make threats bitch lo que hablo es prophecy De verdad, para que toda la gente sepa que no me importa Cuanta mierda ustedes hablan o cuanta mierda I still be on my job. Forever, I'll still be here I'll still be doing my thing. Para siempre. Cojudo Para siempre. I'll be in anybody's parade Immortal Technique, se ha acabado la mierda.. |
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<i>[Intro: Immortal Technique + (Poison Pen)]</i>
(Uptown, haha) Immortal Technique, Poison Pen We the top of the food chain motherfucker Stronghold in it, yo MC's are just figments of my imagination (tell 'em) They don't have to be dissed (tell 'em) I just stop thinkin about them (tell 'em!) And they cease to exist (tell 'em!) Don't get me pissed pussies <i>[Hook: Poison Pen]</i> Desolate easy Jesus{?}, while they squeezin heaters You better? Then please defeat us Ladies is teacher squeezers, they pleased to meet us Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders My tongue new in late modern English, I'm from the side with heaters Always comment on your side as beepers It ain't no joke, baby the bell is broke Just holla out the window if you tryin to reach us <i>[Poison Pen]</i> Poison Pen for you ballers and bammers Walk up in the spot, metal detectors went bananas Stronghold! It's Bronx swingin, give me dap 'til my palm's stingin Grab your bitch - and make a porn feature Come out your mouth, that's a nice shirt to bleed on They only use yo' ass to fuck and roll trees on (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK!) It's on, your block, your street Niggaz so puss and they don't speak, they queaf When you run shit, Stronghold shit I need a chain I can jump rope with And Bed-Stuy got 'em, word I'm like Zeus without the eye problem Some neck without the pearl spot, or it ain't rockin the most Chicken spots, even if tots got they eyes on your necklace My life is this flick, and y'all are extras I double more blocks than Tetris, we perfectionists And wouldn't have it, any other way, yeah <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Poison Pen]</i> Pen Pen nigga look good My flow's a couple of retarded niggaz too dumb With an impact on hip-hop Like LL walkin into Def Jam screaming out BOX! <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> Immortal Technique, top of the food chain I'll split your wifey's head open, just to get me some brain I spit venomous thing with Poison Pen Destroy the sun and in eight minutes you'll never see day again Pray for your friends but me and God'll just laugh at you Tell you to shut the fuck up, and rain acid on you Break down your molecules and spiritually damage you Haven't you got the picture yet? Motherfuckers like you are easy to disrespect, cause you're only a thug When you on the internet you can't compare your dialect to Tech' Because you lack the chromos' I'm a Neo-Sapien, but y'all are still actin like homos <i>[Hook (replace "heaters" with "Ninas" in first line)]</i> <i>[Poison Pen]</i> If you talk {?} high, you get your mouth punched in Stronghold is my house nigga, greasy apartment My legions are foul, you eat he crapped out Ain't never seen no trees in my mouth Poison Pen magnitude eight-point-three The hottest shit this side of the Gaza Strip Alongside many gangs in rap arouses That point and click without red browsers Look out it's the 80's all over again it seems Long hair, denim suits and big tanks, and glitz We don't look for hoes so they scoop us Tell your bitch to bring nothin to my crib but, pussy and a toothbrush And a camcorder, y'all could all relate They treat my nuts like imported grapes That's how it is at the, top of the food chain Poison Pen, Technique and - all y'all better take turns sleepin |
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[Men talking] Yo load the fuck up (locked and loading) You too (locked and loading sir) Remember break that window when that cop comes in and blow that motherfuckers head off [multiple gun shots] (Got him) Yeah load it up again cause these motherfuckers are gonna come back for us. (Were ready) We gotta be prepared in this day and age, we gotta be prepared for whatever comes the fuck at us. (Word up) Cause we are living revolutionarily. (Definitely) You cannot second guess yourself in these days and times there gonna throw whatever they can at you and you gotta be prepared for it, you gotta be prepared for anything [Sample of Malcolm X] "If liberty or dead, there's freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody!" [crowd cheers] [Hook] No matter what the fuck life throws at me I continue to make it threw indefinitely Immortal technique defeats the odds repetitively Until there ain't shit ahead of me competitively Surviving the tough times is imperative to me Looking at the whole world revolutionarily [Sample of Malcolm X] "They don't want to hear you old uncle tom handkerchief hand talking about...uh thee [inaudible], no." Technique will force you into strategical retreat Because I dominate guerrilla warfare in the streets There ain't no way to picture me without a victory speech When I reach higher positions Without the recognition of pissed on competition Cause I conquered there ambitions In a systematic form like a religionist tradition My mission is to take you, lyrically break you Lyrically assassinate you Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you To destroy the power that mentally incarcerates you Cause even though I rip it better I could not forsake you Your my people with the same oppressors so how could I hate you The revolution of the mind that bring lee generates you But when you come original people impersonate you, start to hate you Cause the conflict is building within the ultimate sin Is to be ashamed of your skin My rhymes are like Jamaican over proof I make the room spin Intoxicated flow I bleed vodka and brandy Don't make me choke you down like Jon-Benet Ramsey Something demands of me to rip this fucking shit uncannily God commanded me to be a technological disease And psychologically do battle with the best emcee's *Inaudible* these in technique Cause I'm the capital of revolutionary nation that's infallible Aztec like the Hannibal Rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to the cannibal's Your just a fucking animal but I'm the Neo Sapien Cause my original civilization was based upon creation You know theirs no escaping even though your heart is racing I'll put your best disciple on academic probation Fuck the litigation, fuck the best rapper nominations And fuck the president I voted for assassinations I'm saying fuck the federal bullshit investigations Fuck the cover up of ghetto radiation extermination Using my people for experimentation And if doesn't play hip hop then fuck your radio station [Hook] [Sample of Malcolm X] "Revolutions overturn systems, revolutions destroy systems!" [crowd cheers] Yo what the fuck happen to reality spitting rhyme slayers These days everybody trying to be a thug or a player Where did all the real motherfuckers go in the game Bring back the break dancers and graffiti writers with fame I remember hip hop before the mic cunt clapping Cause I used to drink forties with more flavor then these rappers Lyrical ego trips doesn't make fortification Your not dope enough, spit self glorification So don't jerk me around cause my name ain't masturbation Life is hard it'll leave you scarred cause I been threw shit If you consider rap a job I suggest that you quit Don't you understand the audience will listen and dance In the club, crib or car or whatever they get the chance To be emancipated start debating justice in the cipher Why do you think project rooms look like the cells in Riker's I'm explaining the significance or the reason behind it There preparing your children for the prison environment When you don't amount to shit prison becomes retirement But I refuse to be took in to central booking in chains Cause sleeping on the floor in cages starts to fuck with your brain The system ain't reformatory, it's only purgatory Close to hell but I rebel as begin to sparkle out And tell my people how we fell into the trap that we live in Because they locked us up in ghetto's and began to rape my women So I leave the system Unforgiven like East Wood Cause I was bless with lyrical strength to do whatever I could You should of seen it coming long ago when you were very young My word is through the father, holy spirit and his fucking son Cause when I grab the mic device in front of Christ and start to rip it I'll make Jesus turn around and say "yo pop this nigga flipped it" So talk about whatever and be what you wanna be But don't mistake the way I break the faith for simple blasphemy Cause through the highest frequencies in the NYC I'm crushing 97.1 percent of MC's [Hook] |
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[Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William His primary concern, was making a million Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder He started hanging out selling bags in the projects Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects He was fascinated by material objects But he understood money never bought respect He build a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real You see me and niggas like this have never been equal I don't project my insecurities at other people He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential The product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences You probably only did a month for minor offences Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block But thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock Devils used to be god's angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack spot Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine For filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain Tired of the block niggas treating him the same He wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can stab someone till they die Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded And they wanted to test him, before business started Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted So now he had a choice between going back to his life Or making money with made men, up in the cife His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home And so they quietly got out the car and followed her Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw So Billy oaked her up and graped the chick by the hair And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clawed So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently And then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned A broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head [Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep] I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover But what he saw made him start to cringe and studder Cause he was starring into the eyes of his own mother She looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate His corruption had successfully changed his fate And he remembered how his mom used to come home late Working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth And crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared But only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul They say death take you to a better place but I doubt it After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it And listen cause the story that I'm telling is true Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows And every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked White, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never Because the dance with the devil might last you forever |
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So you're the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique.
What the fuck make you so special nigga? Huh... what the fuck do you do? I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy Discovering atrocities worst than Aristotle Subjecting children to sodomy Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy The truth about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery Unpredictable results like experimental psychology I stomp the streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy Searching for monogamy And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games Walked the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames Battle the beast and false prophet predicted in the King James I give a fuck about your emcee name I don't admire you Only by dental records will you be identifiable Cause the future is not reliable Remember when rap was not economically viable Comparable to what motherfuckers think of me I might be nobody but wait till I'm together like a symphony Resounding sound that will continue infinitely Angel of death punishing all those who live in infamy And shine so far away from you You'll never get a glimpse of me Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me none Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun A victory against Immortal Technique will never be done Just degrees of losing it every second your adding one Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic Than a basement full of scientists puffing on chronic Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the demonic Screaming like onyx is of absolutely no consequence The poison is dense enough to clog up your arteries Mercy is not a part of me I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally murdering me Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside The blood stream of my people And redemption is not located under a church steeple The feeble and the meek in soul just like the technique Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be weak Mother earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique The year three thousand is bleak no happily ever after Just death following the Fourth Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards With plastic explosives your futures been eroded Cause you forgot that when your free it's multiplied indefinitely By the struggle that be the struggle I see To socialistically united the third world countries Expose hypocrisy in Americas democracy Sloppily obsessed with stopping me cause I speak prophecy Trample and dismantle your capitalist philosophy The same way I stomp the conquering rap monopoly And I'm not a fucking prophet But that's the fucking prophecy |
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But you don't seem to understand why
But you don't seem to understand But you don't seem to understand But you don't seem to un- But you don't seem to understand....... why |
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[Louis Farrakhan talking] "Brothers and sisters...friends....and I see some enemies. [Laughter and then applause] In fact I think we'd be fooling our self's if we had a audience this large and didn't realize that there were some enemies present." [Verse One] I'm a weapon that fires Lyrical projectiles with no mercy I'm cold blooded like reptiles Touch a pregnant bitch and make her give birth to a dead child Every time I flex styles Niggas vacate the premises and become exiles I manufacture rhymes like textiles of x-files And lighten juveniles Living life with no purpose Organize a army that will make the devil's nervous Competition is worthless Like the electoral vote If you provoke I'll break your motherfucking neck in a yoke Your better off throwing your shitty life away sniffing coke Technique will choke you into a spiritual state And it will take a lake of hydrochloric acid to soften this I'll fake your parents suicide and kill you in the orphanage But I inspire ideological metamorphosis Stop talking shit or I'll make your existence a memory So you can have me frozen cryogenically for centuries But I'll break the ice if anyone on the planet mentions me I'll burn a hypocritical flag intentionally Explosive revolutionary Chemistry's my destiny [Chorus: 2x] No mercy is what I chemically bomb on enemies Your life's a fucking mistake, technique is the remedy Destroy you before you become what you intended to be And in the future you'll worship those that descended from me [Verse Two] When I fight you I won't snipe you I'll use a HIV infected needle to strike you As well as anyone that vaguely resembles or looks like you And just to spite you I'll force your children At gun point to bite you And rip a piece off To start the beef off of the rest of your petty limited life I'm coming at cha to catch ya by surprising the sight Nobodies stupid enough to back ya when tactically attack ya Because my style is nasty like protruding bone fractures And your a played out dirty pussy devil Like Margaret Thatcher But technique never get captured inside the rapture Cause I mastered the art of causing natural disasters You should learn the difference In between the students and the master My stature is the dispatcher of damaging decibels And even though my starving people are considered expendable I consecutively escape the racist corporate tenticles I spit raw kinetic energy that's immeasurable Retaliation for perpetration is unendable Mercy is not extendible I'll break your fucking brain down into psychological chemicals [Chorus: 2x] |
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<i>[Jean Grae]</i>
Ayo, I burn my bridges with a blow torch a rebel born from verbal holocaust dirty and never try to clense to get the drama off the swiftest stealth assassin snipe you from balcony shots of terrorist position professional from the opera box rhyme documents infamous like the Bill of Right, illa tight, having niggaz open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae ya koo's a mass murderer, friends who got the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her wild style, my mouth gone to train up, I spit Krolyon in five colours, when I speak I spray my name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce splash your remains and brains out on the street like Henny and juice, noose your neck and loosen your spine from back shift your spleen, rip till it's just obscene, from down town spilling it, New York illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl like a nigga what? <i>[scratches]</i> <i>[Pumpkinhead]</i> I've been through Hell and back, scars swell on my back, I spit bars, y'all spit repetative raps, I'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind and your spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my design and that's why, usually I hold the mic like a nine pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors when it rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in a lightning storm, with the top down, we got this locked down, like convicts on the run getting shot down, we four times gaining yards in the whole line, see me and Tech we steadily building, and we about to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building and all them niggaz get mad when we step in the building, cause we make the crowd jump and hit they heads on the ceiling, what? <i>[scratches]</i> <i>[Immortal Technique]</i> I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia bury competition like Mesopotamia, emanating radiation pissing liquid uranium, I bring the rock like European drunks in soccer stadiums, I'll split your cranium with perfect symmetry lyrically if your not the illest, then you don't deserve to spit with me, OBS obliverating bastards sacrilegiously, I sacrifice niggaz who talk shit ritualistically, meticulously making all my rivals suicidal like white suburban kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible my arrival is genocidal, like Christopher Columbus, exterminating racism of whack MC's that walk among us, I've just begun to bust I'll make this place, open gondela these racist cops wanna lock me longer then Nelson Mandela, pissed off, I'm making hella paper, East to West coast, and I treat the law in this country like a mother fucking joke, cause if I'm willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his Coke, you know it don't mean shit to me to cut a fucking cops throat <i>[Immortal Technique talking]</i> Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do <i>[scratches]</i> sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry |
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[Intro] You have to speak the truth You have to speak your mind [Verse 1] Every time I speak my mind I'm lyrically critical The pinnacle of being revolutionarily pivotal Beyond anything ever studied thats metaphysical Man fuck a minority, I'm not politically minimal But obviously terminologies that are statistical Are manufactured to be unequivocally subliminal Transmitted by monopolized media visuals So I riddle hypocritically pitiful criminals Habitually utilizing typical rituals With false pretense in attempts to be spiritual TO individuals who believe in biblical miracles Instead of themselves, because they're not thinking original And the color of their skin makes them feel invisible Like microscopic miscarriages lynched wit the umbilical Only a fuckin imbecile would think their uncorrectable Cause your susceptible to becoming more than a spectacle Remember that your flesh your blood and you body are dissectable Ill beat you until your vegetable And wake up in a hospital covered in poisonous chemicals In a fetal position wit your face sewn to your testicles Thinkin that you were kidnapped by extraterrestrials You got heart? I'm the blood that pumps in your ventricles Technique, I'm like ya soul nigga.. indispensable Wit no respect for those that cower at the hour of revolution Cause the government owes my people restitution Instead of sedatives like cocaine and prostitution Conclusion is that you'll have to violently silence me Cause I raid the airwaves of cutthroat piracy In school my teachers blinded me But now I can see I'm mentally and revolutionarily free Broadening Horizons about what my people could be If we wasn't set up to get shot locked or OD You see families bleed because of corporate greed And monopolizing weed is virtually impossible So it wont be legalized and thats another obstacle But I'm still rollin up pocket fulls of tropical The governments involved directly so its unstoppable Like a nuclear rocket full of biochemical toxins that invade the ecological Improbable that the average intellect could understand So I encrypted this into hip hop thats in high demand and spread it through the ghetto of every city like contraband Stomp a man of any complexion with a devilish nature Cause I'm tryin to save the earth, but your just gettin' in line to rape her |
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[Verse 1] They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle I was left to die by the doctors, in the Children's Hospital But I never lose hope, success is psychological The world is volatile and the street is my education Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion So I'm focused on my economic situation I'm like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh A lot of niggaz drop science but they dont know the math Because their mind is narrower than the righteous path It's funny how on the block niggaz will kill you for cash But never raise the gun and cry out "Freedom at last" The cold war is over but the world is still gettin colder Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers But then the general, would decide when their life would be over So I work hard until my personality split Like the black panthers, into the bloods and the crips They said I would never be shit, but now I sit and reminice Like Yeshua ben Yusef flippin through Genesis Ignorance is venemous, and it murders the soul Spreading like a virus running rampant, but out of control [Hook] So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble Spray painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels Write it down and remember that we never gave in The mind of a child is where the revolution begins So if the solution has never been to look in yourself How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else [Verse 2] Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffle Upstate behind steel gates intact in the scuffle Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most Sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing their ghost But you make success, nobody delivers your fate Sometimes you give and you take Since prehistoric vertibrates, crawled out of the lakes And thats the truth about life Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us But I'm going to make it regardless of the trumped up charges And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge Post-traumatically scar kids that try to be brave Because niggaz backstab each other just to try to get paid Turn cannibal like nights during the crusades Afraid of responsibility; addicted to greed Beating their girls purposefully losing a seed As if we were bound to the destiny we used to recieve [Hook] I used to wonder (I used to wonder) about people who don't believe in themselves But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves I used to wonder (I used to wonder) about people who don't believe in themselves But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves I used to wonder {*echo*} |
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