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Immortal Technique

Date Added: 2004-12-21 11:08:29

*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 motherfuckersare gonna come back for us.
(were ready)
we gotta be prepared in this day and age, we gottabe 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 timesthere gonna throw whatever they can at you and you gottabe 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::
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 handkerchiefhand 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 famei remember hip hop before the mic cunt clapping
cause i used to drink forties with more flavor then these rapperslyrical ego trips doesn't make fortification
your not dope enough, spit self glorificationso 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 dancein 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 nyci'm crushing 97.1 percent of mc's(hook)

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