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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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from Immortal Technique - Caught In The Hustle (2005)
[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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
(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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
(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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
(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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
[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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
(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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
(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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 2 (2004)
(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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
[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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
<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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
[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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
[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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
[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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
<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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
[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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from Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 (2005)
[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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from Nature Sounds' Hurricane Relief Benefit Megamix (DJ Revolution Mixes) (2005)
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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