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dangerously armed to injure instrumentals and moms
black smoke spreads out from the bricks to the farms
when rests are set a-blaze and destroyed
returns to the essence are non-void
can't finish him he hits like Hagler so think again
over and over i'm shakespere with the pen
no more pie baking over stoves young kings with colds
don't drive through the oak groves unless you gun hold
to my man kingshyt ill verse bee!
yo peace j, t.s., we dont speak fake, bs
shit, our pages heat's checked by the A.T.F.
yea, we mainly stressed, lost in the daily mess
circus game, barnum 'n baily chess
bitches give us brains to pay respects
aimin to make cream, basically, rake green
papes 'n escape clean, makin the jakes steamed
tryna take us away where the gates cling
since the day we eighteen, waiting patient
line taping and gaining statements
they're saving for case arraignments
til we're placed in containment, angrilly plottin
chained 'n mainly forgotten, caged to basically rott n
die, what a miserable loss of life
Ship you off, in a coffin to talk with Christ
waterwalker, we flossin, right
tell the father, we bossin mics
laser rifles, meals in pill form
lifeless, as fields of stillborns
Righteous, my sheild i build faith
Likely to kill for meal plates
See how tha steel taste, naked
your bound with tape as your taken
to safe, evasive locations
where you can make your donations
yall listen up, it aint funny
dont be thinkin i play, dummy
get'cha face bloody, aint even take money
yall can keep it, all this beefin 'n
sneakin thru halls of precincts
you cant even fall asleep when
these niggas is all up creepin
straight scrapin n moldin shanks
on the floors of the holdin tanks
fuck around, get'cha colon raped
razorblades in ya bowl of flakes
sideways stop proctor minds as they begin to form like the universe taking shape
waited out cha temperament you ain't claiming shit when I come out and flip/
grasp sparks shot up forty five drive by timed tagged rotater cuffed up with blots busted by sluts lusted now we staying rusted or getting quite dusted/
placate cha team right in front of your eyes
know you see the wise vanish with no disguise/
blinded byes dry your eyes making tears turn e'm into fears
it's modern warfare art cha documents clash of the tightest/
nicest, most righteous as a spite this spike this into your clavicle
making it magical static haul famed failings be TV show ratings/
here he is the muscle behind the motion they can smell him from a distance smoking
these rappers fall off with the best promotion
Sell-out's get dealt with weapons in the open
hoping to escape too late they scraped for papes
hidden in a fire-proof safe my heathens wait
for the commander's command profit from plans
black mamba's bite the hidden hand a nigga drops dead in the sand
shouldv'e took heed to the hour-glass as hours passed
exit the towers fast some say i'm fashionable in a black mask
smoking green hornet grass my mental planes crashed
smoke ignited from my ears as i faced my future fears
your rappins pure Shat, you captain kirk?
watch my phaser break out, like massive herps
bout to leave you layed out, like sacks of purp
you wont leave the playhouse, past my turf
bleed your fuckin brains out, thats my word
we jus gettin it started, flip it hardest
leave you dearly departed, like niggas farted
in your sister's apartment, takin rations
rapin that ass end, makin her back bend
taped the back of her neck to tha trash bin
then pimped it to cash in, my game's haneous
made payments, by slangin her stank anus
nice to eat steaks aint it? i aint complainin
jus makin a statement, stompin in suede timbs
patients is way thin, my temper's heated
puttin niggas to sleep like a tempur pedic
no, you'll never defeat it, believe it homie
ima snatch up ya skeez cuz she thinks you phony
kinda hard cuz she never say no, G, or even maybe
bitch is known, for the drinkin of semen daily
missed my load, went all over her sleepin baby
ya crew's a claim to fake riches
stank bitches with yay fixes
beat 'em like eggs in cake mixes
rape 'em and take pictures
steady pape niggas, break richters
heavyweight, bank figures
cheif haze, to gravediggaz
think ways that pay bigger
plots hatchin....
but not if the cops askin
talk, ya knots bashed in
stomped in the rawest fashion
ever saw the passion? it's worse
pray to God, this acid works
got'cha lookin like afterbirth
when im splashin it at your shirt
it's converting your ass to syrup
A delusional juvenile, nusiance to music dials
everything that i say'll get used in trial
mad pages, pertruding files, used against me
documents used to fence me, dude from penske
sold us out evidentally to prove his neck's clean
ruined defense teams, left us no room to bargain
concrete tombs, guarded, fuckin food's garbage
vicious pursuit, targets, marked in hell's pits
splittin like shellfish, soon as these shells spit
delt with, they excused like a belch is
nuke your camp, so say your last goodbyes
before ya ass is fried, my cache of amp supplies
sizzled black, you had to die, official mastermind
i manufacture crime that's past your prime
packs tha nine, n blast for stacks of dimes
this nigga's afta mines, just stand aside
dont get denied, yo, the devil's high road
rollin thru cairo, blowin that pipe smoke
pedal ya bike home, kiddie, we bring ruckus
sieze duckets, increasing police budgets
n that be the least of it, force is paid
twenty four legs, four horses parade
apocalypse, set to bomb the metropolis
forcing praise to the God of the awefullest
smooth as fresh shaves, exploding death rays
froze the depth guage, human traffickin
ownin sex slaves, that's white or african
long as the debts paid, it doesnt matter then
if them bitches are righteous as vaticans
or they're physical likeness is fat or thin
cuz they're misereable lives, hafta end
sometime anyway, only a petty waste
im jus tryna make gains in tha penny chase
slangin dames, jus one of my many ways
lethal flows be the product of deisel dro
i been smokin roaches clipped in needle nose
pliars for tokin, spark da fire 'n roast it
i never tyer when flowin, hype 'n you know it
half da shit yall niggas typin is bogus
yall need to tighten ya focus, lock it down
tossed around like a box of lost n found
cockin pounds, come 'round flossin now!(nigga)
you gon be shot in tha mouth, cease jive
shit all i need's five, minutes with peace pipes
set sum things right, i need my weed like
the chinese need rice, or adidas need stripes
without that THC, i dont breathe right
shit i could go on for days, talkin rhymes
plus i been sick as of late, gots tha time
thats probly why, half this page's drops is mine
I spit with wisdom akin to the ancients
I'm in a hospital smacking cancer patients
I often get angry at Immortal Technique
George Bush had nothing to do with it, Geek
Your dicks a shrimp with rabies
Your an ugly motherfucker, how you gonna get ladies?
Some people didn't know that being jesus waas just a race
to reach full potential, use all of your mind and face (i win)
Immortal Technique will pay, if you persist
Your a waste of space like if aliens don't exist!
i magiver tha mic, rhymin device
spittin fire til tha fibers ignite
yall mufuckaz aint tha cypherin type
we come togetha like a sniper to sights
or like my mufuckin lighter 'n pipe
these mufuckaz tryna bite wut i write
but now they on flight, fightin for life
vicadin high, aint survivin tha night
likely to die, climb inside of my ford
slide in tha door, take a ride to tha morgue
so i can put my fuckin eyes on your corpse
makin sure it aint alive anymore
wuz never known for showin signs of remorse
life can be short, fuck it, die by tha sword
Imagine waking up and finding out you were Jesus
The chosen one and knowing everyone need us
Me and Ahmed Mahmood, the master
Powdered Toastman the lyrical Pastor
Imagine seeing signs but the government didnt want that
today before i got on the bus a car in front of it had 888.. thats not phat
the government are paranoid
the british government are like an android
but i'm the saviour, the chosen one
your like pasty white boy, you need some lotion, son
you dont know what im gonna do this weekend
maybe tomorrow... and it'll be almost like in teh mask
but the green thing doesnt go on my face it isnt a mask
smoking-ing-ing that shit-it-it
feeling that shit-it-it-it