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[Verse 1] <br />Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics <br /> <br />The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done <br />I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun <br />my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch <br />like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch <br />and now these parasites wanna prosenna my asscap <br />trying to control perspective like an acid flashback <br />but here's a quotable for every single record exec <br />get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X <br />but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie <br />and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me <br />curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me <br />Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams <br />no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes <br />I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend <br />cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream <br />and that's the primary reason that I hate ya faggots <br />I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets <br />and Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the sneaker <br />I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker <br />and murder counter revolutionaries personally <br />break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury <br />ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots <br />offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pocks <br />your all getting shot, you little fucking tregerous bitches <br /> <br />[Hook] <br />This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free <br />and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company <br />you can call it reparations or restitution <br />lock and load nigga, industrial revolution <br /> <br />[Verse 2] <br />I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand <br />like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban <br />and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave <br />you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave <br />two million people in prison keep the government paid <br />stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave <br />i was made by revolution to speak to the masses <br />deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes <br />I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards <br />innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion <br />intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion <br />you motherfuckers will never get me to stop blastin' <br />your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion <br />your better off banging for twenty points for a label <br />your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels <br />Technique chemically unstable, set to explode <br />foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes <br />so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold <br />cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck <br />it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck <br />stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit <br />without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick <br />Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics <br />and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets <br /> <br />[Hook] <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />pipe orduz
Letra nueva de la canción
[Verse 1] <br />Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics <br /> <br />The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done <br />I leave ya full of clipse like the moon blocking the sun <br />my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch <br />like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch <br />and now these parasites wanna prosenna my asscap <br />trying to control perspective like an acid flashback <br />but here's a quotable for every single record exec <br />get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X <br />but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie <br />and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me <br />curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me <br />Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams <br />no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes <br />I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend <br />cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream <br />and that's the primary reason that I hate ya faggots <br />I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets <br />and Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the sneaker <br />I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker <br />and murder counter revolutionaries personally <br />break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury <br />ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots <br />offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pocks <br />your all getting shot, you little fucking tregerous bitches <br /> <br />[Hook] <br />This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free <br />and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company <br />you can call it reparations or restitution <br />lock and load nigga, industrial revolution <br /> <br />[Verse 2] <br />I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand <br />like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban <br />and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave <br />you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave <br />two million people in prison keep the government paid <br />stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave <br />i was made by revolution to speak to the masses <br />deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes <br />I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards <br />innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion <br />intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion <br />you motherfuckers will never get me to stop blastin' <br />your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion <br />your better off banging for twenty points for a label <br />your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels <br />Technique chemically unstable, set to explode <br />foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes <br />so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold <br />cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck <br />it just means that a million people are stupid as fuck <br />stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit <br />without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick <br />Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics <br />and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets <br /> <br />[Hook] <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />pipe orduz
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