Technique, Immortal Filmography

• Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap (2012)
• The Ballot or the Bullet (2012)
• Check the Rhyme (2011)
• Rhyme and Punishment (2011)
• Rise Like Lions (2011)
• The (R)evolution of Immortal Technique (2011)
• Malcolm's Echo: The Legacy of Malcolm X (2008)
• Dance with the Devil (2008)
• Street Bangaz (2008)
• The American Way (2008)
• Dance with the Devil (2008)
• Hip Hop Street Credentials (2006)
• This Revolution (2005)
• Letter to the President (2005)
• Slam from the Street: Battle Slams! (2003)

• Watchout Remix - Immortal Technique
• Watch Out (Freestyle) - Immortal Technique
• The Rebel - Immortal Technique
• The Point Of No Return - Immortal Technique
• The Message & The Money - Immortal Technique
• The Illest (Feat. Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead) - Immortal Technique
• The Getaway - Immortal Technique
• The 4th Branch - Immortal Technique
• That's What It Is - Immortal Technique
• Stronghold Grip - Immortal Technique
• Revolutionary - Immortal Technique
• Reverse Pimpology - Immortal Technique
• Rebel Arms - Immortal Technique
• Poverty of Philosophy - Immortal Technique
• Positive Balance(feat. Big Zoo) - Immortal Technique
• Parole (Evil Genius Mix) - Immortal Technique
• One (Remix)(feat. Akir) - Immortal Technique
• Lick Shots - Immortal Technique
• Homeland and Hip Hop - Immortal Technique
• Hollywood Driveby - Immortal Technique
• Golpe De Estado - Immortal Technique
• Bin Laden (Remix) - Immortal Technique
• Bin Laden - Immortal Technique
• Beef & Broccoli - Immortal Technique
• Crimes Of The Heart - Immortal Technique
• Revolutionary (Intro) - Immortal Technique
• Prophecy - Immortal Technique
• Positive Balance - Immortal Technique
• Point of Now Return - Immortal Technique
• Peruvian Cocaine - Immortal Technique
• One [Remix] - Immortal Technique
• Obnoxious - Immortal Technique
• No Mercy - Immortal Technique
• Leaving the Past - Immortal Technique
• Message & The Money - Immortal Technique
• No Me Importa - Immortal Technique
• Industrial Revolution - Immortal Technique
• Illest - Immortal Technique
• Speak Your Mind - Immortal Technique
• Truth's Razors - Immortal Technique
• Sierra Maestra - Immortal Technique
• Getaway - Immortal Technique
• Freedom Of Speech - Immortal Technique
• Dominant Species - Immortal Technique
• Crossing the Boundary - Immortal Technique
• Creation & Destruction - Immortal Technique
• Dance with the devil - Immortal Technique
• Cause Of Death - Immortal Technique
• 4th Branch - Immortal Technique
• Ultimas Palabras - Immortal Technique
• Toast To The Dead - Immortal Technique
• The prophecy - Immortal Technique
• The Poverty Of Philosophy - Immortal Technique
• The Martyr - Immortal Technique
• The Land Of The Gun - Immortal Technique
• The Illest - Immortal Technique
• The 3rd World - Immortal Technique
• Payback (feat. Diabolic & Ras Kass) - Immortal Technique
• Parole - Immortal Technique
• Open Your Eyes - Immortal Technique
• You Never Know - Immortal Technique
• Underground Railroad Freestyle - Immortal Technique
• NATURAL BEAUTY - Immortal Technique
• Mark Of THe Beast - Immortal Technique
• In The Club Freestyle - Immortal Technique
• Bin Laden (feat. Mos Def) - Immortal Technique
• Goonies - Immortal Technique
• Fuck Tha Government - Immortal Technique
• Freestyle - Immortal Technique
• Fight Until The End - Immortal Technique
• Eyes In The Sky (ft. Mojo Of Dujeous) - Immortal Technique
• Crimes Of The Heart (feat. Maya Azucena) - Immortal Technique
• Burn This - Immortal Technique
• Black Out Special - Immortal Technique
• Audio Technician - Immortal Technique
• Never Know Why - Immortal Technique
• Internally Bleeding - Immortal Technique
• Harlem Streets - Immortal Technique
• Beef And Broccoli - Immortal Technique
• Angel Of Death - Immortal Technique

You know back in the day, some of y'all
Would shout out Allah's name like he was hostin yo' mixtape
Then after 9/11 you got scared and shut the fuck up
Didn't talk about the demonization of a culture, immigrants, nothin
Now you show up, talk about we takin it too far
Die slow! MOTHERFUCKER!
Yeah, 100 percent independent, I'm the fuckin boss
I sold 80,000 off a quotable in The Source
The hood is not stupid, we know the mathematics
I made double what I would going gold on Atlantic
Cause EMI, Sony BMG, Interscope
would never sign a rapper with the White House in his scope
They push pop music like a religion
Anorexic celebrity driven financial fantasy fiction
Contradiction cause the life we was given resembles life in prison
Fed time with Manuel Noriega
The real Noriega, who did America 100 favors
with Contras, the Shah and the CIA
Movin Escobar's coke through the M-I-A
This is +The 3rd World+ speakin, through a dead man walkin
And everybody talkin 'bout the South takin over
It's true motherfucker, but it's comin over the border
Fuck your chain, my people'll kill you for water
Fuck fans nigga, I got soldier supporters
that'll cut your throat if you strapped with a tape recorder
That's right motherfucker, welcome to the New World Order
Where the truth is always censored by corporate reporters
The government, runs the drug politics on the corner
That's why I never stress rappers and their employers
I put a bag over his fuckin head and torture your lawyer
Cause it's too simple to shoot ya - I'll taser the roof of
your mouth and electrocute ya, I'll root you out with the Ruger
The German Luger, U-boat, and the troops in the scuba
Nigga you can't overthrow me like the island of Cuba!
Niggaz'll never find your body, like the bitch in Aruba
And I maneuver through the state department and their friends
With secret deals like the Nazis and IBM
And now you know this ain't a trend or a fashion
This is my life and my passion, FUCK tryin to cash in nigga!
I need more than advancements and a rented mansion
So while you little house niggaz is singin and dancin
I'll kill you and take your land like an Israeli expansion
{'Invasion'}

100 percent independent, I'm the fuckin boss
The only unsigned nigga with a quotable in The Source
The hood is not stupid, we know the mathematics
I made double what I would going gold on Atlantic
Cause EMI, Sony BMG, Interscope would never sign a rapper with the White House in his scope
They push pop music like a religion, anorexic celebrity driven, financial fantasy fiction
Contradiction cause the life we was given resembles life in prison, FED time with Manuel Noriega
The real Noriega who did America a hundred favors with contras, the Shah and the CIA
Movin Escobar's coke through the MIA
This is the third world speakin, through a dead man walkin
And everybody talkin bout the south's taking over
It's true mutherfucker but it's coming over the border
Fuck your chain, my people will kill you for water
Fuck fans nigga, I got soldiers supporters
That'll cut your throat if you strapped with a tape recorder
That's right mutherfucker, welcome to the new world order
Where the truth is always censored by corporate reporters
The government runs the drug politics on the corner
That's why I never stress rappers and their employers
I'll put a bag over his fuckin head and torture your lawyer
Cause it's too simple to shoot ya, i'll taser the roof of ya mouth or electrocute ya
I'll root you out with the ruger, the German luger, U-boat and the troops in the scuba
Nigga you can't overthrow me like the island of Cuba
Niggas will never find ya body like the bitch in Aruba
And i'll maneuver through the state department and their friends
With secret deals like the Nazi's and IBM
And now you know this ain't a trend or a fashion
This is my life and my passion, fuck tryin to cash in nigga
I need more than advancements and a rented mansion
So while you little house niggas are singing and dancing
I'll kill you and take your land like an Israeli expansion

Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers, y'know wut I mean..this is
for my peoples..insomniac I can't sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)
Im a rebel that'll fire missles at red dawn
but before I issue the order to send bombs,
I want presidential money like execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn chicks for me to spend on
But Im'a only pay for 1 night stay at the Ritz
I wont even get you a towel when I spray on your tits,
Im not a massaginist I just like it when gurls are
massagin this so pop shit
And Im'a smoke you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the microphone cause switch palms
Immortal Technique phsychotic nigga to spit calm
misinterpreted by the media like Islaam
I love the underground but not enuough chicks in a thong
what the fuck how could beautiful women be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were hits from the bong
that was supposed to be the end of the song
but its not the freestyle got me stuck in the zone
I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot
But Im'a shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain
like the military did to the fourth terrorist plain
that was ill but shut the fuck up and let me explain
what good is fame and flossan
when you stuck in a coffin?
and who the fuck you gonna run to when i make you an orphan?
Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could never be
ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy
my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry
Cry blood and i bleed venom
never subliminal clear with the message im sending
bending the space-time continuum
Just to get to you
and blast you so hard itll kill the person next to you
So in retrospect remember and dont fuckin forget
yall are walkin dead people yall just dont know it yet!
Yea...yea nigga..its on...you know wut time it is..
im out...harlem nigga.....this is for all the devils..
I'm commin in here to take your head off.

[Talking]
Yeah... It's that real this time around
Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2
It's on now motherfucker..
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, guerrilla war out in the streets
Nat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and machete
The end of the world, motherfucker 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 wrists open vertically
How could a 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 motherfucker, 'cause I'm not coming back!
[Chorus]
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 and 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
[Verse 2]
This is the point of no return nigga, you better believe this
Mary Magdalen 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 a city behind it
South Paul, 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 motherfucker, 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
Wormwood to Planet X and the Seventh Seal
Universal truth is not measure in mass appeal
This is the last time that I kneel and pray to the sky
'Cause almost everything that I was always ever told was a lie!
[Chorus]
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 and succeed
Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed
From now on it can never be the same as before

Before we go any further..
I would like to send a message to all the underground mc's out there, working hard
The time has come to realize you networked in a market
and stop being a fucking commodity
And if you didn't understand what I've just said then you already waiting to get fucked
For example; a lot of these promoters are doing showcases
throwing events, and not even paying the workhorses
They trying get us to rock for the love of hiphop or rock for the exposure
Now look man, I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps
Or, or, or doing a benefit show, but don't lie to me pussy
Coz I find out I'm paying your lightbill, I'm fucking you up nigga
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing it for the exposure
you charging up to 10$ at the door, and you ain't tryin to give me shit??
So wait a minute... you want me to go shopping, cook the food, and put it in front of you
but you won't let me sit down and eat with you? The fuck is that?
Niggaz need to start playing their position, man. Just coz you throw a party
a hosting event or an open mic or a showcase, or a battle
that don't make you important at all
Without me and everybody like me out there
you ain't nutting but a good idea, motherfucker
So stay in your place
And to all these bitchass saronayas who are too lazy to come up with a way to sell records..
That they keep recycling marketing schemes and imagery
C'mon..
There is a market for everything man
There is a market for pet psychologists nigga. There is a market for twisted
shitfetish video's. For nipplerings, for riverdancing, for chocolate cupboard roaches..
But you can't find one for cultured hardcore reality and hiphop?
People like you: the house nigga executives
and them rich motherfuckers that own you; you the motherfucking machine man!
You and all these niggaz talking about the same shit
with the same flow over the same candy-ass beats
But I refuse the feed the machine
And Im not giving any magazine money
So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or double-x-l's, or 5 discs
Whatever man, fuck it
But then again; you don't own me, and none of you niggaz ever will
If I'm feeling what you fight for I'm rolling with you to the end
But if not, then FUCK YOU!
And the more that mc's, producers, dj's
and independent labels start to grasp the conceptuality
of what their contribution to the business of hiphop is
rather then just the music - the more the industry will be forced to change
Oh, heh, and one last thing;
You don't have to agree with everything I've said
But don't ever be condescending to me
Picking up your wack ass friends that rhyme and being like
'Ow yeah, Immortal Technique - he's aaiight'
No nigga..
Your mom is pussy, that's aaiight, ok..
Your peoples getting shot dead in the street, that's aaiight
I'm the motherfucking Immortal Technique nigga! The message and the money!
And you ain't got either!
Remember that!

[Jean Grae]
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?
[scratches]
[Pumpkinhead]
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?
[scratches]
[Immortal Technique]
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
[Immortal Technique talking]
Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do
[scratches]
sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry

Yo yo, son give me that newspaper
Yeah aight, here you go
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
word, I feel you
They ridiculous man, times are better but they still on some bullshit
I know that man. (Hiss)
Another nigga killed by these fucking cops, yo!
What? Word? Psh
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 feel you, son
For real, yo
Yo son, fuck it then. Let's do something man, let's see some mamis out there
You know what? Matter fact pack the bags
Aight then
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
Yo, yo
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
Word up (word), Immoral Technique representing Harlem all the way to my fam
in Englewood. I'm out motherfucker

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 a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin' 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 facin' 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, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador 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
U.S. manufactured missles, 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 starvin'
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'
And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' 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 tryin' 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 niggaz 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 to 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 the 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!

[Invasion]
Ok... let's go... talk to em'... holler
Don't you get tired of hearing niggas say that shit?...
all the time?
Why can't you shut the fuck up and rhyme nigga?!
[Invasion]
Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my fight in
the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a green zone
What good is a good education with no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an
election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like the crowd packed in the front without the
midsection
Used to live robbing and stealing and being reckless
It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in
perspective
I used to live in the back, of a holding van
Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder
dance
I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind bars
Shed blood to make it, like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it
bitch
Cause everybody knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to
snitch on YOU
Evolution from Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is useless
Rappers are dropping like Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga picture this
(motherfucka what?)
Yeah... I told you what it was, but this is what it is
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
Fellas put your hands up and the all the women strip
down
That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could
just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the populace
Or challenge what the market is
With militant caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking back Delucci
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant speech is the new breed, that won't let you
breath
I'll make you die for what I believe
So we got nothing in common
There ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power Nazi European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball through the record
(wrecking?) section
Flight connection to the gentry board of all guerrilla
lessons
Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva
(motherfucka what?... Bring it to 'em raw)
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet nigga we shooting the shit down
Bomb wall street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
you the shit nigga, I don't care about shit now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
Melt the ice caps, and make all of this shit brown
(No one out there can fuck with me)
(motherfucka what?)
(I speak that real shit)
(to smash the airwaves)

Immortal Technique, Poison Pen
Swave Sevah motherfucker (get 'em right now!)
I leave government spies and murderers
wrapped in plastic like Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you, like the center of Earth's curvature
And make your block turn into the, border of Serbia
My flow's dirtier than juiced-up players in baseball
And beat you in the head like a sock with an 8-ball
You got Stockholm Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'all
Cause you be biggin up the industry while they rape y'all
Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the shit out niggaz
You fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out niggaz
Gloves (check) ski mask (check) duct tape (check)
Get a ducat and lost and recovered and break neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the {?}
Rip up the pavement, throw the whole block on you
Pop up, you gotta get it
Like Ricky in 'Boyz N the Hood,' stoppin to scratch a lotto ticket
Yo, I feel the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream somethin that's absurd and disturb the peace (fuck y'all!)
Quick to throw a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work release
I'm not the same Swave you knew, I'm a whole new person
More assertive and aggressive, my attitude worsened
I raise hell on this earth
Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon' end up like Gerald Levert, bitch!
Chorus
Stronghold tighten the grip, on the underground
I fight back-to-back holdin my brothers down
You done started, with the wrong motherfucker now
Married to the cause and we loyal, we don't fuck around
Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground
Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now
So while you little step-and-fetch niggaz run around
Controlled demolition, we bringin the structure down!
Immortal Technique nigga, I'm the type to flip
Cause me and my dogs fight to the death like Michael Vick's
And I don't hit women so I'm not gonna mangle your wiz
A prostitute with an AIDS race'll handle the biz
Hit the block with a pen and glock, a ox and rocks, a devil spray
If that's a K, play yo' punk-ass infected with leprosy
Leave you half-murdered beyond, recognition beat and indecent
Leave you with your plastic surgeon for a remix
Yo, aiyyo I'm hard-bodied with it
And these scars, contusions, concussions, fractures
and pains you suffer from; I probably did it
You ain't worth spit, I put a hit out on your mother
Then fuck up you and your four brothers
You play Scarface when a microphone's in the room
But you more like Pacino in 'Dog Day Afternoon'
ASCAP clappin 'em, all this rap traps
Snatch that diamonds off your neck, worth 50 dead Africans
Yo, this dude is truly a joke
That stuff got you feelin tough, must be sniffin +Peruvian Coke+
We spit Cold War syndrome, it shatters the bones
Spray my dependance on your bitch face when it splatters you on
Thrown in submission holds and choked 'til you tap out
And shut down your party like Whitney Houston's crackhouse
Stronghold, live and direct up in your set
The habitual line steppers - Swave, Pen and Tech
Chorus

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
(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
"If liberty or dead,
there's freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody!"
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
"They don't want to hear you old uncle tom handkerchief
hand talking about...uh thee
, 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
"Revolutions overturn systems, revolutions destroy systems!"
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

Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders
Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps and players?
This ain't 1997 nigga
I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable
Cause the game don't give a FUCK if you lyrical
And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal
You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle
I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they pimpin you
All up in the hood like McDonald's and liquor
Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga (woo!)
You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me
Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly
Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over
And numbers don't lie unless we do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make money disingenuously
But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry
Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that?
But exec's are like, 'You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?'
Stupid
Can't dodge the game
If you lookin for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
The players and the rules ain't changed (oh no)
But see we tryin to leave a name
So we're turnin out
Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played
Rich people get robbed and, broke niggaz paid
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A.
Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay
We're tearin it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake that claim
If we didn't it's a cryin shame
What we're concerned about is how to turn it out
Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of fuckin her
Lots of niggaz girls is someone else's one night stand
I probably made some bitches nervous listenin with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you!
What you think, revolutionaries don't like to fuck too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a movie
Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be
Look, most people are only players cause they got played
And have not, let go of that, shit since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it?
But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you fatherless
Before jail or racist cops, that's what the problem is
Recognize the game
See who's the one to place that blame
We gettin trapped in a cycle of pain
With a generation headed down the drain
Time we turn it out
This is how pimps get pimped and players get played
Beautiful women get, cheated on and gangstas sprayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin Louisiana
Regardless of money you payin
Just spendin, hold a watch and a chain
But can't offer your children a thang
What the hell is goin on in your brain?
We gon' turn it out
Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor
I treat labels like the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers
Bootleg my own album, to reach customers (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood love me
Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me
They say underground fans are all the color of talcum
But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay albums?
Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any major record label and ask 'em
But there's some, devils in disguise in hip-hop
that belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!)
I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot
And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot
You a pussy actin hard like a bitch cop
I'll drop you to the floor like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and shit on you, like a highway pit stop
And make, revolutionaries out of kids that used to flip rocks
The government, pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq
And history, repeats itself right on track (how?)
First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause it's funny, motherfuckers don't see it come around again
Where, can we be free? (FUCK we gon' be free man?)
We only wanna live our lives
Live our lives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes – open your eyes
You stupid motherfuckers - you stupid motherfuckers
Open your eyes, before you die

What you thought it was over?!
Shit ain't over 'til we say it's over motherfucker
Aiyyo Tech, what you think about the rap game right about now?
'It's all bullshit, you know that, I know that!
Hey, come along with me man, we'll have a budget, huh?
We'll have some clout..'
'I didn't get into this for that!'
'Well that's all there is!'
'Well if that's all there is I've been wastin my motherfuckin time wit'chu
I can get more clout and more money on the STREET
than I can get followin your ass...'
(Rebel arms!) Yeah... yeah, uhh, yeah
The game is polluted with rappers that are really snitches
And most DJ's are nothin but, industry bitches
And we don't got, no mansion or riches
But we got guns and knives and your children's pictures
And everybody loses in war, but you lose more
What you think we brought back the Panthers, and the Zulu for?
Immortal witchdoctor made himself a voodoo doll
for every motherfucker that fronted that I can recall
Fuck the industry, don't call me, you can't get with me
I'll leave niggaz hangin like Mississippi
RBG to the last drop of blood in my body
Or the Feds drag me away, like a tsunami
But I'll be back, like a fresh bodybag from Iraq
Like a Baltimore slum, during the resurgence of crack
Brown and black, like the A.K. I keep in the strap
While we waitin on the next stock market collapse!
It's territorial, oratory editorial
Fuck around I'll be the cause of your life's memorial
I write rap's territorial, East Coast border zoo
Never crossin waters 'til I will coastally slaughter you
I'm better than all of you, vendetta's be mauling you
You're talkin cheddar, I'm a shreddar, I'll sever it off of you
I'll never remorse for you, no letters endorsin you
Pole position in the coffin is what it's, costin you
The cockiest bosses who control the fortunes too
The mortgage is of a cultural losses, through and through
(But it's the rebel arms!) Godspeed with devil's charms
The bitch-made gets switchblades in every arm
And this way we ix-nay on any harm
Cause next play and fakes lay like hidden bombs
We marching units in, the soul is true within
Eternal missions with church, a lifetime to do it in
Stronghold said it, whoop yo' bitch-ass with batons
The rebel arms swarm and form like Voltron
Slash your own beast, you heard (Mark of the East)
Runnin through cop lands screamin 'Fuck the police!'
Hormones in the water (water) they actin out of order
Like a pack of rabid wolves, they lambs for the slaughter
Crush your man to bull, rip the drums like Animal
Eat 'em seeds, save my own kind, I'm a cannibal
My regimen salute me, haters wanna shoot me
Kool-Aid in their veins, they'll always try to sue me
You sell crack and rap, did a scared bid
Multiple baby mamas, take care of yo' kids
Guillotine rap, shackles on your neck
Chemical warfare where punchlines connect
Da Circle play the snipers, with Immortal Tech'
They called the block govenor to drag him of the set!
Rebel arms out for supremecy and move non-gimmicky
Related to royalty on each trip you mention me
Twist bars illest-ly, rebel against the infantry
Get more than yo' feet wet when I make you a memory
Cats not ready because they commercially industry
I make house calls to those afraid to visit me
Disrespect, I'll smash off the petty
from undisclosed locates, move fast for their cheddy
Arch don't breakdance, yet I (Rock Steady)
I jump on your scope to prove your aim not deadly
My shot to the top is like Mikki and Mal' smelly
Flow milky like the tits of a chick, that's top heavy
The (Technique's Immortal) so Rebel Arm's the regiment
Arch status nicer than, other rappers ever been
My cantine's full from when the doc don't got medicine
Five-star general, frontline veteran
Invasion baby!
Shit ain't a fuckin game that we playin
Immortal Technique...
Oh yeah, don't forget
'Revolutionary Vol. 3' comin soon
You're not worthy, you sons-of-bitches!

Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.
Nigga talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources.
I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.
You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Columbia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.
As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.
But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. 'Fuck them, let them fend for themselves.' No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.
I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.
In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.
In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land.
You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.
But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states? The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead. The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans.
So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat.
Viva la revolution!

[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 - Hypnotize sample]
[Chorus]

(980505A) Yeah nigga what
(You made parole) What?
(Pack your stuff) The fuck?
(And get the fuck out of here) A-haha
Aiyyo man, it's about motherfuckin time man
Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man
I'm out this motherfucker!
Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
Never selling heroin, never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they...
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
Never selling heroin, never selling crack again
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out this motherfucker!)
Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
Never selling heroin, never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they keep on cashin in
Prison labor, third-world sweatshop comparisons
'til we kidnap the whole fuckin garrison
Yeah, poverty, makes people do, reckless things
But corporations do worse to protect they bling
Prisons are more, overcrowded than the rap game
They say you more likely to go to jail with a black name
Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
and fuck Phonics, little niggaz is (Hooked On) chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA, as your hype man
Don't get yourself locked up, and blame the white man
We transformed gangs and criminal enterprises
Usin O.G.'s as advisors
Before they, send us to war, after they divide us
But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders
My movement's like a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison, so FUCK my alma mater nigga
(Hello?) Yeah yeah, what's up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know what?
I just got my papers (you're fuckin lying!)
Yo I'm comin home to you, I'll see you in like a day and a half
( Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
( I'm so happy! Are you fuckin serious?)
Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm comin home (oh my God!)
Put the little blue thing on for me, aight?
(You got that baby, yeah!)
I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again
Fuck this place baby, I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
Jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence
Niggaz sellin niggaz out for true to be, Benjamins
But now I'm free, hit the block, eatin Entenmann's
Benihana in and out, flow to eat to enter in
Newspaper pencillin, tryin to pay the rent again
Ex-con job interview, nobody answerin
Feelin violent from the frustation I got pent up in
But not tryin to go back to the place, I was sent up in
Turn my own life around, fuck the establishment
Listenin to hip-hop like 'Where the fuck the talent went?'
How the fuck did you replace, lyrics with your swaggerin?
I'ma fix that, rhymin on with the mag-a-num
I roll up in a caravan, full of North Africans
My squad got, more soldier niggaz than the Saracens
Cause just watch (watch!) when the terrorists attack again
Their reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us back again
I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again
Fuck this place baby, I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
I'm on parole

[Intro]
[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good
[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them
Knahmsayin?
[Immortal Technique:] No question, it's like the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but everyone can do something
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now
[Akir:] The outro tip, the One Remix, yo
[Akir]
One Enterprises, comprises the artist and the sound
The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down
Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found
Facing the nation complacent radio stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them playin the shit we sayin
Ain't no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the pavement
Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement
Usin the tools of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrap
It's like
[Hook]
One love
One music
One people
One movement
One heart
One spark
One, One, One, One
One gift
One lift
One stance
One shift
One way
One day
One, One, One, One, One
[Immortal Technqique]
Immortal Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our family surived the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same
Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain
And even then my spirit will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and gone
So they invented a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is lost in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll never come home
I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell
My destiny is to show the world, that the music is real
Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my children in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll be one with god and one with you and everything else
[Hook]
[Immotal Technique talking]
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has been brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded this
Remember that history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look like
Read between the lines and free your mind
Revolution is the birth of equality
And the anti-thesis to oppression
But this is only built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along with
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is real over here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The heart and soul of our culture
Keeping the truth alive
Goodnight my people.. goodnight..

This is the Invasion!
The Evil Genius Green Lantern!
Immortal Technique, 'The 3rd World'
(It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop)
You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh?
Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots)
Chorus
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
Lick shots for the revolution
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
But watch, where the fuck you shootin
Yo where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
Where the fuck you niggaz aimin at?
Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
This is only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been realer
Volume 2 shot up the president like a gorilla
New York police state capital tried to swallow me
Locked me longer than Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment slavery property
And now they signin rappers that promote their philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not Republican
That's just the white motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad
But a holy war, is a conversation with God
You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin each other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right motherfucker
and leave him colder than the prison in Russia
or America's white power structure
Niggaz love to say 'Fuck revolution!'
Until the jury comin and move for the prosecution
And them brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton
Forgot about the bullshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, through the confusion - AND
Chorus
I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
I'm runnin through the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a damn soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter
This is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point blank the position
I'm black as them ancient Egyptians
Before European historians went and changed the description
I'm blamed for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you dudes better watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa look
They wanna get rid of this conscious crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its inner city youth - so I
Chorus
Puerto Rican superhero!
Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He flirted with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I lick shots
Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
My temper 'bout to break like levees in New Orleans
Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the blue and the red
Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his head
Y'all don't lick shots like killers aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead
Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the bees
Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortal Tech'
Kill shit like the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jeweler
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the cats off your fuckin Pumas!
Chorus

To think about the origins of hip hop in this culture and also about homeland security is to see that there are at the very least two worlds in America. One of the well-to-do and the struggling. For if ever there was the absence of homeland security it is seen in the gritty roots of hip hop. For the music arises from a generation that feels with some justice that they have been betrayed by those who came before them. That they are at best tolerated in schools, feared on the streets, and almost inevitably destined for the hell holes of prison. They grew up hungry, hated and unloved. And this is the psychic fuel that seems to generate the anger that seems endemic in much of the music and poetry. One senses very little hope above the personal goals of wealth and the climb above the pit of poverty. In the broader society the opposite is true, for here more than any place on earth wealth is more wide spread and so bountiful. What passes for the middle class in America could pass for the upper class in most of the rest of the world. They're very opulent and relative wealth makes the insecure. And homeland security is a governmental phrase that is as oxymoronic, as crazy as saying military intelligence, or the U.S Department of Justice. They're just words that have very little relationship to reality. And do you feel safer now? Do you think you will anytime soon? Do you think duck tape and Kleenex and color codes will make you safer? From Death row this is Mumia Abu Jamal

Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would never live
Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did
I got bullets that'll rip through yo' ribs
More painful than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, give me the ASCAP
Or give America Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks
Some niggaz don't think the underground is grimy and dirty
'til they find your body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I fire rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight, like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture didn't give you that fitted hat
to memorize a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it back
I won't let your wack rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole generation with they fathers in prison
You live inside the image of an era that's gone
Like government officials tryin to justify Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, like they momma died
And they was responsible for the drive-by homicide
And I don't market revolution, I live it
What you think cause you fake everyone else is a gimmick?
Jealous bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born into a life of servitude
Until we murder you, makin the red carpet burgundy
With PsychoRealm in the streets where I prefer to be
Chorus
Hollywood drive-by, motherfuckin murder-fest
Weed clouds in the air, that cause turbulence
Revolucion, motherfucker you heard of it
I light the spliff with the flag, while I'm burnin it
Hollywood drive-by, sprayin the cucarachas
War with the system like the streets of Oaxaca
Yeah, revolucion, motherfucker you scared of it?
Well it's comin to the industry now, so be prepared for it
You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
While most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full
You're on some bull {*scratches*} you're on some bull
You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
While most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay strapped in full combat
What you see in the videos is full-on acts
The streets don't believe you homie
Armageddon in the rap game is comin and we lead the army
Rock tear a tape out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is what they call hip-hop now?
I keep that metro shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is through makin money, it's about to extinct
You know the radio tryin to kill rap with that shit
The only thing dyin is the DJ's when the K spit
We're here to CEO's, and blow up A&R;'s
I'm takin your chips like crashing your game of cards
This is how I eat holmes, I would give you buzz
And take the life of these stars for this thing of ours
Chorus
Yeah, uhh
I'm from the city of falling stars, the home of banging hard
Waiting for them at the Radio City Hall to snatch 'em out their fucking cars
Expose 'em for what they are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
Feeding us horse shit, blaze up all of them
They say hip-hop doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like punk rock kids
Pumped up by some corporate endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya little fame is over
We'll send little homies foreclosure
like bankers, cause you owe us the mortgage
For exploiting the lifestyle that many died, jailed up in storage
Leaving most of us hopeless, homies radio focused
What we're building got 'em all afraid
Give me the K, I'll be honored to ignite the flame
that'll, burn down the game, what's fame? Keep it
A movement, a sonic war, motherfucker you sleepin
Chorus

Lamentablemente, las condiciones que estamos viviendo en
han llegado a seruna miseria insoportable para la gente
Pero hay unas veinte patrias engreidas que todavia creen
en una sociedad de antes donde los artistas
fuimos bestias de trabajo para la industria
Ese sueño se ha acabado
Y ahora nos encontramos despiertos en la hora de revolución
porque no podemos llamar esto un 'movimiento' si toda la propiedad
intelectual pertenece a los que nos oprimen
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Motherfucker!
Ya te dije
Que se ha acabado la mierda
Nos compraron el alma barata
Hasta la sangre nos sacan, atacan
Y con un contrato te atrapan
Pero primero me matan hermano
Porque prefiero morir
Peleando que ser esclavo
Industria sucia
Toma lluvia de acido
Aprende la historia del hip hop clasico
Cuando controlan el negocio y la cultura
La musica se vuelve en comercial basura
Y la reina latina, pintada como gallina
Es mas que bailarina o puta en la esquina
Es abogada, profesora, madre, soldada
Y carga nuestro futuro cuando está embarazada
Mira nuestra gente crucificada
Y la manera desgraciada
Que estos perros no hablan de nada
Más que fiestas y riqueza
Que la gente no tiene
Asi que ahora vas a ver
La violencia que viene
Un movimiento de verdad ha empezado
Dejamos el imperio corrupto descuartizado
Golpe de estado disparando al presidente
Es hora de revolución nuevamente
Un movimiento de verdad ha empezado
Dejamos el imperio corrupto descuartizado
Golpe de estado disparando al presidente
Es hora de revolucion nuevamente
Golpe de estado el mercado me tiene bravo
Hermano yo pinto el cuadro
Y el barrio ya esta cansado cabron
Yo te lo juro que lo que yo sudo es puro
Ustedes son burros
Que venden el culo por el reggaeton
Abre los ojos, cojo el presidente del sello
Bobo le rompo el cuello al pendejo
Solo con mi cañón
No tengo miedo guerrero por eso muero
Y me quedo con tiraera
Porque ella llama la atencion
Levanta publico mano te tienen imnotisado
Entrenado inyectandote mierda con la estacion
Temperamento rey del movimiento
Este es mi tiempo
Con mi cancion
Hasta Tempo sale de la prision
Por mis palabras tengo seguidores
Rapeadores en todas las naciones
Comisiones de aplicar presion
Yo soy la epidemia, la saga, las nueve plagas
La misma palabra en la biblia
Que habla de Armagedon
La competencia es riqueza
Que tristeza
Que tengo que romperle la cabeza
Pa que me pidan perdon
Perriando quiere decirte que tu eres de la brutas
No te gusta que te llamen puta escucha la cancion
El sandunguero es tan feo
Que es con doble sentido
Le dicen a tu hijo que lo haga sin condon
El estremera y el capital inmortal
Vamos a gritas pa que viva la revolucion
Pitifully (deplorably/sadly), the conditions that we're living in
have become an insupportable misery for the people
But there are some twenty conceited countries that still believe
in an archaic (old/outdated/outmoded/antiquated/anachronistic) society
where the artists were beasts of burden for industry
That dream is over with
And now we find ourselves awakened at the time of revolution
because we cannot call this 'change' if all intellectual property
belongs to those who aren't {?}
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Mother fucker!
I already told you
That the shit is finished!
They bought our souls cheap
Even blood they take from us, they attack us
And with a contract they trap you
But first they'll kill me, bro
Because I prefer to die
Fighting than to be a slave
Dirty industry, drink acid rain
Learn the history of classic hip hop
When they control business and culture
Music becomes commercial garbage
And the Latina queen painted like a chicken
She's more than a dancer or a whore in the corner
She is a lawyer, teacher, mother, soldier
And bears our future when she is pregnant
Look at our crucified people
And the disgraceful way
That these dogs do not talk about anything
Other than parties and riches/wealth
That the people don't have
Therefore/Thus now you're going to see
The violence that comes
A movement of truth has begun
We're leaving the corrupt empire in pieces
Coup d'etat shooting the president
It is time for revolution again
A movement of truth has begun
We're leaving the corrupt empire in pieces
Coup d'etat shooting the president
It is time for revolution again

'I want the world to know you won't beat us because were the children of
those who took the worst fall, of slavery and brutality that ever existed
Our parents survived the middle passage, only the strong got here
And then we lost our name, our culture, our religion, and were still here
So you may have a momentary victory Mr. Bush, but you don't know who we are'
[Immortal]
I pledge no allegiance, fuck the President's speeches
What the industry did to 'Pac they did to Jesus
Rapin' his vocals and destroying his message
Tryin to deport us if they can't destroy arrest us
Government front religious, but thier heart is empty
Like a televangelist preaching out of his bentley
Calling abortion murder in a medical building
But don't give a fuck about bombing Iraqi children
Talking like units in the fucking libretto
Look at thier mansions and look at your suburban ghetto
The gulag, the new hood where they send us to live
Cause they don't give a fuck about none of our kids
That's why blacks and latinos get the worst education
While devils run america like 'Birth of a Nation'
Affirmative action ain't reverse discrimination
That shit is a pathetic excuse for reparations
[Chorus: Immortal + KRS]
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)
Tell the truth, nigga
[Immortal]
They say that terrorism revolves around the Qu'ran
But that's stupid, I'll show you why its totally wrong
Cause if this country was invaded and crumbled
I'd turn Harlem into a columbian jungle
And I wouldn't be fighting for a Christian nation
I'd be fighting for survival from extermination
I wouldn't fight for Fox News, them racist niggaz
I'd be fightin for the hood, for the faceless niggaz
I'd be fighting for the immigrants america loves to despise
Even tho it needs them to make the economy rise
They feed us genetically modified garbage
So I repetitively reload the cartridge
Boston, New York, down to Atlanta
Guerilla war in the swamps of Louisiana
Camera panoramas of hammers couldn't rock me
East coast to West coast you can't stop me
And fuck Schwarzenegger, his pops was a nazi
And it runs in the family so run for the grammys
Run to the coon picnic and try to pick up a mammy
But half of y'all are faggots tryin to pick up a tranny
Eddie Murphy ass motherfuckers goin commercial
Even Interscope is gettin pimped by Universal
{?} sounds like green tooth lantern something {?}
But the Bin Laden slush fund remix just worked you
[Chorus]

[Mos Def - talking]
Man, you hear this bullshit they be talkin'
Every day, man
It's like these motherfuckers is just like professional liars
YouknowwhatI'msayin? It's wild
Listen
[Hook - Mos Def]
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
[Verse 1 - Immortal Technique]
I pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features
Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers
And if you speak about the evil that the government does
The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you love
This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism on television
They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you they mission
They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion
Even though Bin Laden, was a CIA tactician
They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his purpose
Fahrenheit 9/11, that's just scratchin' the surface
[Hook - Mos Def]
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
[Verse 2 - Immortal Technique]
They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal
(I don't rap for dead presidents
I'd rather see the president dead
It's never been said but I set precedents)--[Eminem]
[Hook - Mos Def]
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
(Shady Records was 80 seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours)-- [Eminem]

look, let me make something
abundantly clear for people
who are so bereft of activities
they feel like they gotta comment on mine.
first of all being a vegetarian should
never be associated with being
a revolutionary or being open-minded.
that's a dietary choice.
if someone wants to proliferate the
type of ignorance we're supposed to
be fighting by thinking that,
you're just fucking yourself.
i don't go around promoting
beef and poetry shoving it in
people's faces.
i don't castigate people for not
eating steak sandwiches;
and i would never diss someone
for being a fucking broccoli-head,
or living off of radishes,
or eating grass or tofu.
i like a lot of vegan cuisine.
but the illogicality of expecting
everyone to adopt their particular
idea of what being healthy is
is just preposterous.
i've seen some of you herbivores;
and if you want to argue health,
y'all need to eat some kind of supplement
because some of y'all are so skinny
that it's disgusting; looking like the
only hip-hop motherfuckers on schindler's list.
being a malnutrition-ass got nothing to do
with being revolutionary or being on-point.
i'll be damned if i let somebody else push
their agenda on me. you know i don't eat pork,
not because i'm a muslim, i just don't
really like it, but i really will
fuck a bird up. and fish is good
when that shit is fresh. it's like my nigga
_____ from ______. if you don't like
the smell of burning meat, well then get
the fuck off the planet. you know i don't
criticize people for eating moss,
then don't open your fucking mouth
about my food, man. i like beef
and broccoli motherfucker. mind
your god-damn business. matter of fact...
you know what? i'm out. i feel like some
arroco pollo, a banana daiquiri, and
a motherfucking bistec aponado.

Yea I turned 21 in prison locked up at night
Now I walk around free seems like another life
Another roll with some other dice
Another ho or a loving wife
People come and go some really you never know
Intellectual midgets that really never grow
Fake love that holds on like'can I hold you though?'
And old friends will look at you like 'yo, yea I told you so'
A toast to the broken hearted
Who never finished what they fuckin started
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night
Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life
It's like a fight between the devil & Christ over the limelight
Spiritual celebrity boaker
But the whole deck is full of jokers
And every year that you get older
The stakes get higher
Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars
Real talk 'cause the real New York
Is the pain and the suffering of lost love
Staring off into the distance in the midst of the club
Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide
And the struggle inside of yourself that keeps you alive
Survived and medicated stalked by sobriety
The life that you live now tortured by memories violently
I pray in sodomy that one day you could be forgiven
For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in
Chorus
Crimes of the heart
Love...doesn't need a complicated metaphor
And sometimes nothing needs to be said at all
Sometimes a person you with is not your one and only
And you just fuck with them because you afraid to be lonely
And when you come back its too late
So you overcompensate
Like victims of rape
Full of self hate
Lost in the affection to strangers around you
Instead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about you
Thought you were happy so you didn't come check me
But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly
You conveniently realized you could never forget me
And tried to crawl back in my life unexpectedly
These are my indictments
Of those who claim to be righteous
And leave a trail of broken hearts on their way to enlightment
But I cant give into hatred or pass judgment
Even towards every allusion I've been in love with
'cause the heart that portrays itself willingly
Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability
Its so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated and try to be an independent republic
But liberty to be loved on the surface is worthless
The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose
Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption
Cursing at God desperately trying to get his attention
Chorus
Crimes of the heart
Looking for the shining light
Who's it gonna be? Who'll walk the line with me tonight?
Round we go (won't cross?) climbing through the endless night
Who's it gonna be? Who'll walk the line with me this time? (me this time oooh oooh oooh)
Climbing through the endless night (endless night, endless night)

"You're listening to Immortal Technique, and this is Revolutionary Vol. 2: bringing you the truth in the form of hip hop. From Death Row, this is Mumia Abu Jamal."

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 telome
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
Then 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 forth right 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

Big Zoo, uh
Technique, uh
Positive balances, uh, uh
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
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
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

[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 parol 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 Tynos
Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos
Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatered
And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix
A suicide bomer 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
Concreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streets
Nat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and ma chatte
The end of the world, mother fucker you not ready
This is the point of no return and nobody can stop it
Malcolm little running up before Elijah Muhammad
The commedent killed the dinosaurs, changing the earth
They love to criticize they always say I change for the worse
Like prescription pills when you miss using them nigga
The temple of nights when they took Jerusalem nigga
And figured out what was buried under Soloman's temple
Al Aksa the name is no coincidental
I know too much to government is trying to murder me
No coming back like cutting your writs open vertically
How could the serpant 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 and 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
[Verse 2]
This is the point of no return nigga you better believe this
Mary Magdalen 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 depleated uranium
This is the age of micro chips 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 Paul, murderous, methadology 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
Comperized 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 measure in mass appeal
This is the last time that I kneel and pray to the sky
Cause almost everything that I was always 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 and 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

I've heard whispers about the financial support
your government receives from the drug industry.
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.
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
goverment that is flooding our streets with cocaine.
Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other
characters that are involved in this tragic comedy.
I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
Treated like a slave, the coke 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 "Jesus Cristo" when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine, paced and play my position
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
Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue
And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials
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 fashion 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
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
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 llello
We won't stop for you bastards
Must choose (?), chop it and bag it
Taking pictures and tapping phones
Debating snitches and cracking codes
Past a couple, blast the fo',
Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the 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
Out the evidence room
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 (?)
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 governers 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
The story just told is an example of the path that
drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in
every state of 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:
I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one that's guilty. The
lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian 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

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good
Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog?
Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them
Knahmsayin?
No question, it's like the elders told me
No one person can do anything, but everyone can do something
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now
The outro tip, the One Remix, yo
One Enterprises, comprises the artist and the sound
The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down
Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found
Facing the nation complacent radio stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them playin the shit we sayin
Ain't no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in
Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fouls are more than flagrant
And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the pavement
Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement
Usin the tools of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrap
It's like
One love
One music
One people
One movement
One heart
One spark
One, One, One, One
One gift
One lift
One stance
One shift
One way
One day
One, One, One, One, One
Immortal Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our family surived the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same
Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain
And even then my spirit will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and gone
So they invented a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is lost in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soliders that'll never come home
I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell
My destiny is to show the world, that the music is real
Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the field
And for my children in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf
I'll be one with god and one with you and everything else
Yeah..
Revolutionary Volume 2 has been brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded this
Remember that history
Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look like
Read between the lines and free your mind
Revolution is the birth of equality
And the anti-thesis to oppression
But this is only built for real motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along with
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals
The shit is real over here man
Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The heart and soul of our culture
Keeping the truth alive

Ha ha ha
I'm obnoxious, motherfucker can't you tell
Run through Little Havannah yelling: 'Viva Fidel'
Jerking off at the sheets when I stay at hotels
Drinking Bacardi at AA meetings, smoking a 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 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 of on her face, and right after the 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 pus
A fucking hypocrite draft dodger like George Bush
Don't push me nigga, cause I'm close to the edge
And I'll jump of with a rope that's wrapped around your head
Send a dead fetus to my ex on valentines 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
Your 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 wack 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
Yeah nigga
Look motherfucker, my words damage an slaughter
A raging alcoholic like the presidents 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
Payback for everytime that they called me a spic
And Porturigan chicks told me that I fuck like I'm loco
And Dominican women call me the 'Rompe Todo'
They call me 'Assioso' 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 mans perspective
And talking shit will get your neck bone disconnected
Disrespected niggas 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 choke your friends in front of you, to prove that you fallen 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
Damn 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 thinks your a phony
I take a piss on a development deal from Sony, or Def Jam
Cause your like all of the rest man
This ain't a verse it's 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, ha ha ha
Piece to the strong hope, 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, fowl play nigga

"Brothers and sisters...friends....and I see some enemies.
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."
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
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
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

They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it
Reality is nurishment, 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 paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin'
ladies married to men who don't please 'em, dreamin' of comin'
urbanly 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, cause 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 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 raw 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
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 us secret
this is the exodus like the black Jews out of Egypt
I keep it reality based wit the music I make
brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit
like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred
I'm like the Africans who came here before Colombus
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 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chest
Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya
I burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonorrhea
I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag
while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag
Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:
capitalism en 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, cause 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
cause I am the only motherfucker that could change my life
Some people think I won't make it
but I know that I will
Escape the emptiness
cause 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

[Immortal Technique]
Before we go any further..
I would like to send a message to all the underground mc's out there, working hard
The time has come to realize you networked in a market
and stop being a fucking commodity
And if you didn't understand what I've just said then you already waiting to get fucked
For example; a lot of these promoters are doing showcases
throwing events, and not even paying the workhorses
They trying get us to rock for the love of hiphop or rock for the exposure
Now look man, I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps
Or, or, or doing a benefit show, but don't lie to me pussy
Coz I find out I'm paying your lightbill, I'm fucking you up nigga
Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing it for the exposure
you charging up to 10$ at the door, and you ain't tryin to give me shit??
So wait a minute... you want me to go shopping, cook the food, and put it in front of you
but you won't let me sit down and eat with you? The fuck is that?
Niggaz need to start playing their position, man. Just coz you throw a party
a hosting event or an open mic or a showcase, or a battle
that don't make you important at all
Without me and everybody like me out there
you ain't nutting but a good idea, motherfucker
So stay in your place
And to all these bitchass saronayas who are too lazy to come up with a way to sell records..
That they keep recycling marketing schemes and imagery
C'mon..
There is a market for everything man
There is a market for pet psychologists nigga. There is a market for twisted
shitfetish video's. For nipplerings, for riverdancing, for chocolate cupboard roaches..
But you can't find one for cultured hardcore reality and hiphop?
People like you: the house nigga executives
and them rich motherfuckers that own you; you the motherfucking machine man!
You and all these niggaz talking about the same shit
with the same flow over the same candy-ass beats
But I refuse the feed the machine
And Im not giving any magazine money
So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or double-x-l's, or 5 discs
Whatever man, fuck it
But then again; you don't own me, and none of you niggaz ever will
If I'm feeling what you fight for I'm rolling with you to the end
But if not, then FUCK YOU!
And the more that mc's, producers, dj's
and independent labels start to grasp the conceptuality
of what their contribution to the business of hiphop is
rather then just the music - the more the industry will be forced to change
Oh, heh, and one last thing;
You don't have to agree with everything I've said
But don't ever be condescending to me
Picking up your wack ass friends that rhyme and being like
'Ow yeah, Immortal Technique - he's aaiight'
No nigga..
Your mom is pussy, that's aaiight, ok..
Your peoples getting shot dead in the street, that's aaiight
I'm the motherfucking Immortal Technique nigga! The message and the money!
And you ain't got either!
Remember that!
Punk ass motherfucker..

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
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
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
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 just 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
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

[Verse 1]
Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics
The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done
I leave you 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 wanna 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 the 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
'cause you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream
and that's the primary reason that I hate yall faggots
I've been nice since niggas 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
ANR's try jerking me thinking they call shots
offered me a deal and a blanket full of small pox
your all getting shot, you little fucking trecherous 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 collar stand
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 the grave
i was made by revolution to speak to the masses
deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the glasses
I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards
innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion
intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
you motherfuckers will never get me to stop blastin'
your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion
your better off begging for twenty points for a label
your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels
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
'cause 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 in general and 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

boongs die die mother fuckers die
niggers lie cunt heads cry
i fucked a nip the found out it was a guy
im hungry slut so cook me a pie

You have to speak the truth
You have to speak your mind
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

There is more to life than how many woman you have sex with, and
There is more to life than how many girls you have on the side, and
There is more to life than all that stupid shit
In the end honestly what really counts is physical love between people
and how much somebody cares about you

Instrumental

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//
That's the reason I'll never win a fixed up latin grammy//
After this racist latinos will god damn me//
But my black people love me//
And when i go to South America people try to hug me
Cause I talk about reality that effects them//
And even though I blew up I could never neglect them//
What kind of revolutionary action would that be//
I'd be catogorized with practically every other emcee//
But never that 'cause I'm clever with facts//
Sever your raps, fake players and thugs will forever be wack//
I'm still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped//
And even if I get killed I'll inevitibly be back//
Encyclopedia hispanica over digital debt//
Don't ever compare me to small minded criminal kats//
I kill kids on tracks like Dale Earnhart//
Spit on 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 colour of cinnamon//
You motherfuckers wish you had the life style I'm living in//
[East coast to west coast and everything stuck in between//
This is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams//
This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it seems//
But I'ma make it 'cause I got survival stuck in my genes]
X2

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
There are 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
(fuck yall)
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 when we need one
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 herb
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
(neva)
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 so i have fun
i'm not tied up when we need one
they got strings but you can see
there are no strings on me
Come on son, y'all niggas know the way I do
Immortal Technique, dot com live for you
And I know sometimes it be making you nervous
The way I smash 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)
Relax Tech Relax
Another rum and coke at the bar, nigga
Its my day off, word up
Fuck, for the kids, (ha) for the kids (hahaha)

[Intro]
Yo, in a hundred years from 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
My breyon talk pick 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 niggaz 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 coprocessor coma 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

[Verse 1]
I never make songs to disrespect woman
or to judge people about the way that they livin
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 tellin me 'bout making a song
come in the studio, and tell me that I'm makin it wrong
pissed off 'cause reality is makin us strong
like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh making a bomb
'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on
these rap niggas made 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 blood in your lighter
(sing that shit nigga, right now)
[Chorus X 2]
You played yourself thinking your down with me
I end your life nigga, don't fuck around with me
and if you kids can't listen, then your bound to see
the way you get shot for crossing the boundary
[Verse 2]
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
your only independent till your major, so fuck you
and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you
I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue
+Dance With The Devil+ remember that your not on my level
stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, bragging rights from Rocksteady
and practically every battle that they got in New York
and I still murder rappers on the street for sport
Doctor Guillotine cutting you short little man
but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scripple Jam
well fuck you, I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew
and fuck your family too, Technique's said it bitch
What the fuck you gonna do
[Chorus X 2]
(Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggas, wrap it up, Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Immortal Technique insinerate 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 jewelery 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 body snatchers and your girl as getting sleepy
I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source
like the roman legionnaire stabbed Christ on the cross
this is about Judo, it ain't about Jesus
and you shouldn't fucking talk about telekinesis
nigga please, moving shit with your mind
try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes
and next time, I'm coming after 'cual quiera' profanity
fuck it 'carajo maldita mierda'
roll up 'de hierva, y pasala, para la izquierda'
put the price up to listen to me pop shit
'cause I got Martha Steward 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, you don't know shit about me
why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am
I thought I told ya niggas on volume one, I wasn't fucking around
you just slept, cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden era
when niggas would buy anything on the shelf
but those days are through, and you are through with them

Yeah
Haha
Se ha cabado la mierda
Bout to drop a def' cut
Yo, yo, yo, huh
Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic's when I spit
I cause more casualties than sunken slave ships
Full to capacity, I bring tragedy to rap without my man Kadafi
The government took Nazi scientists from Germany
To design nuclear rockets and ways of observin' me
'Cause their pathetic attempts, didn't work to murder me
When this country was conceived, these bastards never heard of me
But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally
Bleeding internally, burnin' D, durin' surgery, verbally
'Cause I'm a spiritual witch
Devils are incompatible
I've been around since the planet was inhabitable
I spit in the ocean and created microscopic animals
Which involved into two species, the righteous and the cannibals
But until then, I had alien women suck me off
When God said "Let there be light", I turned it the fuck off
And that's the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old
I made the sun shine, and permitted time to unfold
The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it became cold
Fuck what you've been told
My spiritual form became a swarm of molecule sickness
Manifested liquid trapped inside a mountainous region
Until the skies starting raining, continuous seasons
Immortal Technique, at long last, reincarnated
Undebatable reinstated to leave you decapitated
Je suis fous, but my crazy words make sense
I'll split every pound of your body into six pence
I'm sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense
I'll leave your body drenched in the blood of all your ancestors
You'll never be at peace, like the souls of child molestors
I'll cut you and bless your festering wounds with alcohol
Drown you in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall
I'll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall
This is the final call, for all the rappers that wanna brawl
Immortal Technique, the wrong motherfucker to diss
'Cause I allow God to let you motherfuckers exist
Hahahahaha yeah, real oh
We about to crash somethin' now, yo
Yo, yo, yo
I'm the stronghold on your neck that doesn't let you breathe
Stronger than the fake image of God in which you believe
More dangerous than your ignorant ass could ever perceive
A European virus, mutated in Africa, overseas
Transported by mosquitoes and fleas to where you live
So lock yourself in your house with your wife and your kids
You're such a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib
My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did
My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end
I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches and friends
You don't want beef with people like me so don't pretend
I'll resurrect your aborted baby and kill it again
You get no props in hip-hop like feminine men
I'm iller than any plague God gave Moses to send
You wanna make amends, 'cause I'm the reason that the earth shakes
Burying your fam like Central American earthquakes
Immortal Technique
Harlem to Canada
Lyrically damage ya

[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 for 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 built 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 dont project my insecurities on 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 bred 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 propably 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 that knew in advance
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 gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
to 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
fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz 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 a motherfucker up in the club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, staring 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 yoked her up and grabbed 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 and 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
her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new .22
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 stutter
'cause he was staring 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 contemplate
his corruption had succesfully 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 when Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
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 cipher listening to little thugs flow
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 color is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted
and you'll be one of God's children that 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

Immortal Technique
Revolutionary Volume 2
Yeah, broadcasting live from Harlem, New York
Let the truth be known..
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
'Cause 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
'Cause 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, 'cause 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 fucking 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 controlling the president
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
I hacked the Pentagon for self-incriminating evidence
Of Republican manufactured white powder pestilence
Marines Corps. flack 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
Rocking 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
And just so Conservatives don't take it to heart
I don't think Bush did it, 'cause 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 fucking 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 niggas 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
'Cause then the Cause of Death will cause the propaganda to die..
He is scheduled for 60 Minutes next. He is going on
French, Italian, Japanese television. People

[Talking]
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
[Verse 1]
The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin' 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 facin' 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, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador 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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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
U.S. manufactured missles, 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 starvin'
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'
And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' 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 tryin' 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 niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard
[Hook]
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
[Talking]
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 to 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 the 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...

A new American revolution has begun,
Not against the forces of a colonial kingdom
But a rebellion against an oppressor that has risen among us,
It is not a foreign invasion we have to fear,
Rather the threat of a force within our nation
That has usurped what was once a dream of having the greatest democracy ever known to man,
We now live in a world where the population has grown exponentially,
And the planet is running out of resources to sustain us all,
We in the inner-city and those struggling in the suburban ghettos may not realize it yet,
But make no mistake,
The people who control the technology and run every enterprise that makes up our world,
Have seen this coming for a long time,
The ideas of renewable energy,
Global warming,
The idea of collectively working,
Were purposefully bought out, derailed, demonized, or corrupted,
In favor of an economic structure designed by a monetary caste system,
In a desperate attempt to convince us that we need to maintain that extravagant existence,
They've pretended we might share in their dream,
That we can justify any inhumanity in its name,
Out of this blind ignorance was born the curse of slavery,
Many of the founders of this nation were themselves Masons,
That is not a Left wing or Right wing conspiracy theory,
It is a widely known and accepted fact,
So then explain to me how a nation founded by men,
Who not only understood the long and complicated history of Europe,
But also that of Africa,
Could permeate such a lie in convincing the American public,
That one race of men was superior and one inferior,
When in fact we know that all the early men,
The men who created civilization and every aspect of what we see today,
The foundation of all human life,
Were from Africa,
The greatest cowardice of course came not with slavery itself,
Unfortunately,
But with the excuses for slavery,
For if America had been as brave as the Roman Empire and all other empires that have come after her,
And claimed "No, we were just stronger and that's why we took you",
Then when slavery was over racism would've probably followed in suit,
But instead it was the social lie,
The religious lie that was told,
That stayed in the mind of people,
That seperated one human being from another,
In order to distract us from the issues of class and freedom,
They created issues around religion and race to dominate the world for centuries to come,
Some claim that they respect that they respect the culture of life in this country,
They cry out for indignity of children that are slaughtered before they are born,
But God has not penetrated their souls,
For they have no empathy,
Nothing in their cold hearts for the 100s of 1,000s of lives we have taken in our wars overseas,
For that which they call "collateral damage",
Which the are the burnt and damaged children of the world,
They have no prayers for them,
Only snide commentary on the internet and laughter in their hearts,
And yet you claim to be one with God,
Huh,
We talk about immigration in this country,
Might doesn't make right ladies and gentleman,
It just makes right now,
What we are saying to the rest of the world,
Is one day when America grows weak,
One day when her legions falter,
On the day when her economy crumbles,
China, Russia, Europe, whatever power has arisen,
All you have to do is come here and conquer us in a few military excursions,
And then you too can set up shop here,
And in 100 years you can tell every red-blooded American,
"No, you are an illegal human being,
I am the true citizen,
I have all the rights,
You have no rights",
Maybe you forgot how you got this country,
Maybe you take for granted the blood, the sweat, the tears,
That the people who live in practical serfdom shed everyday,
For we may not run America, but we make America run,
We talk about the Law,
Yet,
How many indignities have been legal in the past?
How many treaties with Native Americans have we broken?
How many international laws have we violated?
And,
Speaking of laws ,
How can a corporation be regulated by a government that is funded and controlled by corporations?
How can there be accountability,
For people who see a profit margin above the lives of Americans?
Above the lives of human beings in other countries?
We have taken the soul out ourselves and placed them inside machines,
My words of course,
Will be marginalized, demonized,
In typical fashion,
Anytime you dare to question the power structure they say you hate America,
No, I love this country,
I see its beauty everyday in its people,
And I love it a lot more than those who have abandoned the American worker,
That have chose to exploit and try to take away benefit she has,
Those that attempt to make excuses for every atrocity committed,
In the name of supposed freedom,
Those who demand accountability from everyone,
But offer none themselves,
Who favor contracts over lives,
Who favor invasion and control over organic democracy overseas,
The greatest flaw that any intelligent person has is to think they're smarter than everyone else,
And so the government has planted its spies amongst us,
We have planted our spies among them,
They have infiltrated every branch of the American government,
They have retrieved names, data, hard numbers,
The paper trail that will expose those that truly control this country,
Those that control the political parties,
Those that control the oil industry,
The energy,
Those that stand behind the companies faceless,
Whose names have never been revealed,

[chorus]
rest in peace
here's another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
mothafucka, say yo' prayers!
for brothers who died from black-on-black violence
rest in peace
you ain't payin' respect when you' 'spose to
rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
this ain't for y'all, this' a toast to them
rest in peace
[immortal technique - verse 1]
here's a toast to the dead
if you don't drink, smoke to the head
for the freedom fighters killed by the feds
for those who died hard in the streets soaking in red
and died slow asleep in a dream choking in bed
here's a toast to the dead for my enemies that are gone
i'm not a coward so, celebrating that would be wrong
i pray to god that your soul will come back again
so i can see you in the next life and finish it then
a toast to the dead for criminals, burning in hell
i wonder how many presidents are burning as well
emperors, popes, senators, generals
amputees feelin' lucky until they see the vegetables
a toast to the dead for those who i've forgotten
written out of the history by the corrupted and rotten
black saints whitewashed during la reconquista
thousands of indios spaniards used to conquer the incas
f-ck a moment of silence! i need a moment of violence!
like the nineteenth century caribbean islands
long live those who came before, that paved the way for me
the warriors and scientists that came before slavery
and if that last lyric was predictable
take your clairvoyance and apply it to your life in the physical
presumptuous half-hearted homunculus
self-destruction is the power without knowing what the function is
[chorus]
rest in peace
here's another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
mothafucka, say yo' prayers!
for brothers who died from black-on-black violence
rest in peace
you ain't payin' respect when you' 'spose to
rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
this ain't for y'all, this' a toast to them
rest in peace
[immortal technique - verse 2]
here's a toast to the dead, for all of my fam
i will never let an idea die with a man
my rhymes are like nascar lines designed to give a view-of-this
j.dilla's still alive as long as his music is
a toast to the dead for rap legends and pioneers
your legacy won't be forsaken as long as i am here
knowledge of the past and, wisdom of the present
i'll teach and leave in the hands of a worthy lieutenant
a toast to the dead, for children with cancer and aids
a cure exists and you probably, could have been saved
sad to see, medicine divorce morality
corporate homewreckers, ? up a salary
a toast to the dead, for those that've died today
the victims and those exonerated by dna
the only thing worse than giving freedom to the guilty
is killing the innocent, and leavin' your soul filthy
immortal technique, remember me when i'm gone
i encrypted my lyrics to stay alive in a song
so you'll always keep a piece, of my spirit inside
when you struggle to complete what i started before i died
but some of you, won't survive the changes the earth makes
swallowed by tsunamis, hurricanes and earthquakes
and that's just the first stage of 'you-can-not-reverse-ways'
and realise that we are one, regardless of our birthplace
here's another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
mothafucka, say yo' prayers!
for brothers who died from black-on-black violence
rest in peace
you ain't payin' respect when you' 'spose to
rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
this ain't for y'all, this' a toast to them

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 dug 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
Then 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 forth right 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

Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling
to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so
concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom
and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond
their rationale. They don't realize that America can't
exist without separating them from their identity,
because if we had some sense of who we really are,
there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push
it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This
ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.
Nigga talk about change and working within the system
to achieve that. The problem with always being a
conformist is that when you try to change the system
from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's
the system that will eventually change you. There is
usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation,
but compromising yourself in a situation is another
story completely, and I have seen this happen long
enough in the few years that I've been alive to know
that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge
colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the
face of economic imperialism. You see, third world
countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and
many of these countries have the capacity to feed their
starving people and the children we always see digging
for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in
other words a government run by the rich such as this
one and traditionally oppressive European states, force
the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary
goods while exporting huge portions of their natural
resources.
I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude
and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my
words. My revolution is born out of love for my people,
not hatred for others.
You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great
inflation that was caused by American companies in
Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life
away from the puppet democracies that were funded by
the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala,
Peru, Columbia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica
Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries
either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.
As different as we have been taught to look at each
other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle
and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps
from the table of a system that has kept us subservient
instead of being self-determined. And that's why we
have no control over when the embargo will stop in
Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.
But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed
to us is that outside of America there live lesser
people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No,
Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to
dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an
anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many
diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own
brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you
drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you
will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as
nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of
what I am, rather than desperately trying to be
something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether
we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture
or lack of culture is feeding us.
I want a better life for my family and for my children,
but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of
lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we
didn't have these people to exploit then America
wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little
petty material things in our lives and basic standards
of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants
and the government officials who make all the real
money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy
is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the
block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the
white man I don't see: the people in the white house,
the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians
those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that
are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-
Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke
country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit
about the way things are set up.
In fact, I have more in common with most working and
middle-class white people than I do with most rich
black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds
America, we need to understand that classism is the
real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's
sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a
luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over
kicking people out of the little boat we're all in,
we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better
standard of living as a whole.
In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I
want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-
Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god
damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and
give it back to the people who work the land.
You cannot change the past but you can make the future,
and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking
lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos
and black people in the public eye as some type of
achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those
successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.
But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move
out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our
people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only
been the last 500 years of our history; look at the
last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to
the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture
and forms of government. You know the idea of a
confederation of provinces where one federal government
controls the states? The Europeans who came to this
country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead. The
idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec
tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by
his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of
white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec
people who would become Mexicans.
So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just
'cause they black or Latino they have to truly
represent the community and represent what's good for
all of us proletariat.

['Elizabeth' Movie intro]
I’m content to die for my beliefs
So cut off my head and make me a Martyr
The people will always remember it

[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine]
Some people, law enforcement, if you want to call them
that
Were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They
were physically
Shaking scared to death. Because certain people, said
I'm a radical
I'm a wild man; I got a gun under every arm, if you say
anything
I'll shoot you. If the people find out how they've been
Ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the
blood
Running in the sheets
Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns; the funds will come my way
Whether we deliverin' high grade
To the people in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood like fly weights
Lock and load in the range with rock the globe
Made any aim possible
Til the lead belly lost control
In the hold of the paper that fold
At one time was related to gold
Made many men lose their soul
To the price of the dice that roll
How can a light so bright make a man so cold?
So another man's plans unfold
Can you really see the truth till it happens to you?
Its so severe what the hopeless will do
Ain't no pickin' your position in the beginning your
life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin' it tight
Any man want beef could get it right
Followed by enough flame to put a permanent end
To the learning of men
Class session, too many the blast the last lesson
Often taught like the wars that are often fought
As old as mankind
Now outta his damn mind
Stand on the gunpowder landmine
Ready to blow at any second
I'm checking for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last thoughts
forming the rhyme
Got me running through the streets
That reek of the dead, its more food to the welfare
My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain't hell
here?
George Bush having a swell year
Swingin' the gat, ready to clap, anything on the map
You done seen what they bring to Iraq
Now bring it back to the source, land of the physical
force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land
of the gun!
This is the place where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads murder your children
Empty shell of a man rippin shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the future but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it again and get blast
Class warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation's political views
Cause this is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the deathbed speakin the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the street
But the difference is more of us die in a week
Than they die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the line is drawn
But now the line is gone
And nigga anything goes
The land where the guns don't let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about living in hell
You not built like me you never lived in a cell
You never gambled with your soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz life in your hand
Young man, just remember that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, like throwin mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers that's west of Iran
The Fertile Crescent moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history's scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain't even charged you a
little
The martyr is crippled
The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is
simple
And its not written down in holy books as a riddle
Now we running through the streets, starvin
On that guerilla warfare
My people stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin in tears
You actin like the army ain't put hell here
Military industry havin a swell year
Swinging a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a blank check after 9/11
But I'm have the truth brought back to the source
Fight for my land with physical force
Speak through music, the subliminal course
I need a tek and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land

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'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 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
Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do

Immortal Technique and DJ Green Lantern
3rd World motherfuckers
I?m from where the gold and diamonds are ripped from the earth
Right next to the slave castles where the water is cursed
From where police brutality?s not half as nice
It makes the hood in America look like paradise
Compared to the AIDS infested Caribbean slum
African streets where the passport's an American gun
From where they massacre people and try to keep it quiet
And spend the next 25 years try'na deny it
I?m from where they cut your hands off if you make a fist
And niggas grow cocoa 'cause the job market doesn?t exist
Except slave labor modern day company store
And peace keepers don?t ever, ever, ever come here no more
From where the bombs that they used to drop on Vietnam
Still has children born deformed 8 month before they gone
I?m from where they lost the true meaning of the Quran
'Cuz heroin is not compatible with Islam
And niggas know that but grow that poppy seed anyway
'Cause that food drop parachute does not come every day
I?m from where people pray to the gods of their conquerors
And practically every president's a money launderer
From where the only place democracy's acceptable
Is if America?s candidate is electable
And they might even have a black president but he?s useless
'Cause he does not control the economy stupid
Lock and load your gun where I?m from the 3rd world son
Been to many places but I?m 3rd world born
Guerrillas hit and run where I?m from the 3rd world son
You polluted everything and now the 3rd world?s gone
The water is poison where I?m from the 3rd world son
700 children died by the end of this song
Revolution'll come where I?m from the 3rd world son
Constant occupation leaves the 3rd world torn
I?m from where the Catholic church is some racist shit
They helped Europe and America rape this bitch
They pray to white Spanish Jesus whose face is this
But never talk about the black pope Gelasius
I?m from where Soviet weapons still decide elections
Military?s like the mafia you pay for protection
Catamite sex tours is what the country sells
And rich white business men make the best clientele
I?m from where they too pussy to come film Survivor
And they murder Coca-Cola union organizers
I?m from where the justice system esta podrido
Fuck government niggas politic over perico
Rebelde concido, enterado vivo
Como otro Argentino desaparecido
'Cause RICO laws don?t apply to the CIA
And muthafuckas make sneakers for a quarter a day
I?m from where they overthrow democratic leaders
Not for the people but for the Wall Street Journal readers
From where blacks, indigenous peoples and Asians
Were once the slaves of Caucasians
And it?s amazin' how they trained them to be racist against themselves
In the place they was raised in, you kept us caged in
Destroyed our culture and said that you civilized us
Raped our women and when we were born you despised us
Gentrified us agent provocateurs divide us
And crucified every revolutionary messiah
So I?m a start a global riot that not even your fake
Anti-communist dictators can keep quiet
Fuck your charity medicine tryna' murder me
The immunizations you gave us were full of mercury
So now I see the 3rd world like the rap game soldier
Nationalize the industry and take it over
Lock and load your gun where I?m from the 3rd world son
Been to many places but I?m 3rd world born
Guerrillas hit and run where I?m from the 3rd world son
You polluted everything and now the 3rd world?s gone
The water is poison where I?m from the 3rd world son
700 children died by the end of this song
Revolution'll come where I?m from the 3rd world son

(diabolic)
fuckin snakes man
fuckin up our lives
ima take a piss in your oil fields
i want some motherfuckin payback so
i wanna run for president, and the focal point when im
campaignin
is to put FEMA to work on a plantation in Camp David
demand payment for New Orleans with the best of
swordsmen
launchin missiles at the White House while Tech's
performin
on the lawn and i'll just let em burn, till deaths
confirmed
laid to rest with worms, cause otherwise they'll never
learn
i'll form a coo attempt with anthrax through the feds
from out a package i got in the mail that you can send
but i got a better punishment for these republicans
i'd let em live so they could see us overthrow the
government
let's fuck with them, have the first lady beat me off
till my semen's launched, then i skeet across her face
like Peter North
and i won't leave a doubt, what we about, when i dream
em out
i'll leave a drought, bleedin out, on Condoleeza's
couch
i'll seek this route, without regrets, and drink a brew
to think of you
cuz if its the last fucking thing i do, (i'll pay you
back)
(Chorus)
(ras kass)
yea, immortal technique
rassy
nigga, i never forget nothing, nigga
51% of the world's bank is owned by the U.S. Treasury
robbin third countries of all their resources and
equity
when afghanistan was fightin the russians, reagan and
bush gave bin laden weapons
and told them get to bussin
we even called them freedom fighters
financed the troops with CIA imported cocaine
that whole Iran-Contra scandal
niggas took the blame, started a War on Drugs
meanwhile Russia's defeated, America's thinks more oil
for us
Takeover, set up a puppet government
and ras aint bearin it
so the same freedom fighters, george w called them
terrorists
poetic justice, payback's a bitch, these fuckin
hypocrites
like bill o'reilly, right wingers deserve what they get
rush limbaugh, drug addict, giuliani, sex scandal
i want to thank white supremacists, they show you how
my techs hand em
my next nanotechnologically designed that spit sars to
all you stupid ass execs
that capital resigned
(Chorus)
(immortal technique)
haha, i got something for you motherfuckers
here you go
the first payback that i would accomplish
i'd draft children from the senate and congress
pompous religious right made suicidal
when i expose josephus for ghostwritin the bible
makin nuclear silos bomb the world with hydro
chinese dragon sized blunts americabo
and everyone flashin a gun on a dvd
i'll make them niggas shoot it out with nypd
and every fucker that didn't buy my cd
i'll stab the revolution in they neck with an IV
see me own the world, i'd give it back to the poor
i'd give a last name to every single son of a whore
hard to the core, fuck what the game is
niggas pop on they block, but they globally nameless
i'll show the hood real gangstas and make them famous
langley, virginia, where my connect for cocaine is
i'll make everybody fuckin have the world darkening
i make rap about lyrics, not beats and marketing
replace every rape virgins broken hymen
holdin de beers, reclinin, while they choke on they
diamonds
my designin is like francis ford coppola rhymin
building a universe inside solitary confinement
i'd reverse rockefeller laws and bring mumia home
and serve the president freestylin off of the dome
to the outgoin president, i got a great idea, why dont

Immortal Technique, (Parole Officer)
(980505A)
yea nigga what
(you made parole)
what?
(pack your stuff)
the fuck?
(and get the fuck out of here)
ayo man, its about motherfucking time man
ayo g, ayo g son, i got my papers man
I'm out this motherfucker
verse:
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
never selling heroine, never selling crack again
don't work for the government coke packaging
don't fire indiscriminate with the mack again
my people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
they pretend to give a fuck, just like the vatican
second chance faith based, two faced, samaritans
everytime we come back, they keep on cashing in
prison labor third world sweatshop comparisons
till we kidnap the whole fucking garrison
(yea) poverty makes people do reckless things
but corporations do worse to protect their bling
prisons are more overcrowded than the rap game
they say you are more likely to go to jail with a black
name
freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
and fuck phonics, little niggas is hooked on chronic
but if you on stage with the DEA as your hype man
don't get yourself locked up and blame the white man
with transformed gangs and criminal enterprises
using OGs as advisors
before they send us to war after they divide us
but I won't let them use us like Teddy Roosevelt's
Rough Riders
my movement is like a jujitsu kata
i graduated outta prison, so fuck my alma mater, nigga
chorus (caller)
(hello)
yea yea whats up yo
(inaudible)
yo you know what I just got my papers
(goodbye)
yo I'm coming home to you I'll see you in like a day
and a half
(inaudible)
yea I'm dead serious baby, I'm coming home
put the little blue thing on for me aight
I'm on parole and I'll never be alone again
fuck this place baby, I'm coming home again
shorty wrapped around me, so I'll never be cold again
never have to knock a nigga out for the phone again
prison ain't the place that you find your right of
passage in
it's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen
middle passage bottom of the ship, how they pack em in
perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence
niggas selling niggas out for two to three benjamins
but now I'm free, hit the block eating Entenmann's
beni-hana in and out, flow for me to enter in
newspaper penciling, trying to pay the rent again
ex-con job interview nobody answering
feeling violent from the frustration I got pent up in
but not trying to go back to the place I was centering
turn my own life around, fuck the establishment
listening to hip hop, like where the fuck the talent
went
how the fuck did you replace lyrics with your
swaggering
Ima fix that rhyming on with the magnum
I roll up in a caravan, full of North Africans
my squad got more soldier niggas than the Saracens
you just watch, when the terrorists attack again
their reaction is gonna be draft em and send us back
again
I'm on parole and I'll never be alone again
fuck this place baby, I'm coming home again
shorty wrapped around me, so I'll never be cold again
never have to knock a nigga out for the phone again
prison ain't the place that you find your right of
passage in
it's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen
middle passage bottom of the ship, how they pack em in
perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin

We're here because of you
We're here because you were there
We've arrived from every corner of the planet to this
nation
To seek the fullfilment of a promise of America
We were promised a better life in our home countries,
where we were told that privatizing water and
electricity will make things run more efficiently
Instead the quality remained almost the same and the
price was increased until it became an unaffordable
luxury
Some corporations are more efficient than government,
but their motivation is not the health or the well
being of the people,
it's only about profit, everything else, their image,
their human resources,
their public relations, only exist to protect the
reality behind it
Once upon a time,
we were told that nationalization would prevent growthy
by limiting competition,
that our countries were nothing without the companies
that invested in us and so they privatized everything,
everything in our country was owned by people that had
no connection to our culture,
by those who never had our interests at heart,
they didn't care about our survival or well being,
they just wanted to turn a profit by raping our land,
by exploiting our people, our industry and our
resources
They took everything we built and made it theirs,
first by creating racism to justfiy slavery,
building the capital for capitalism and then when they
gave us what they call liberty,
everything we had was still owned by them,
our governments told us that socialism was the real
enemy and that we would have freedom,
but the foreign powers and corporations were the ones
with the real freedom
The freedom to take all the wealth generated by our
work and our land and give us only a small percentage
of the scraps from the table
Their lust for power and their greed drove them to
betray not only us but themselves and the word of their
own God
(Open your eyes before you die)
And while some used missionaries and donations to off
set this abuse,
other countries and companies were blatant with their
crimes, using war,
disease and sanctions that killed millions,
they supported corrupt governments that were almost
like the old slave masters in their oppression of the
people,
because their loyalty was to those who enable them,
installed them and kept them in power,
they became the bastard children of American industry,
kleptocracy, government's of thievery,
they protected the corporations and went to war against
their own people to preserve those profits
The puppet rulers were given billions of US tax dollars
to fund civil wars, right wing death squads,
execute political dissidence,
sympathetic clergy and even overthrow democratically
elected governments and so the age of revolution began
again,
they painted it as godless terrorists versus the free
world and the free market
But the free market has never been free,
because the market does not regulate itself,
it is manipulated like a puppet and it survives because
of its image,
destroy the image and the enemy will die
Such is the same in the rap industry,
where the major label super powers treat the
underground like the 3rd world,
when they need new assets, new artists to prostitute or
sign and put on a shelf to use their songs
When they needed new concepts,
music and publishing to steal from the producers,
they came to the underground, to the 3rd world,
they took our culture, our property and our industry
and our resources,
even using our own people to help them exploit us
But behind the mask of efficiency,
they claimed that we need to succeed, they're no better
than us,
their economic advertising was always a lie,
a few got rich but most were given an illusion of
wealth,
almost as if it was designed for failure
Opportunity comes at the price of soul and the music,
so remember what they are underneath the fancy
architecture,
glittering rented jewelry, the cars, the IMF loans, the
seeds with suicide genes, 20 year contracts and oil
blood money
Build your defenses my independent brothers and
sisters,
they'll stop at nothing to get what they want, they
paint the 3rd world, underground,
as savage and backward, but the super powers are no
less corrupt,
they've just learned to disguise it better, cause they
fix elections too,
they embezzle tax money, they go to war for resources,
they fund terrorism for their own benefit,
and when there's enough at stake... history's taught us
that they'll even assassinate their own president.

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 niggas 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 regretted the long list of niggas 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
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, between you and I
If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go
Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know
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 Bronx Zoo
We sailed del 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
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 niggas 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 ought to
But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter
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

I hacked the pentagon for self incrminating evidence
a republican manufactured white powder pestilance
marine core flack 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
so heres the truth about the system that'll f' up your
mind
they gave alqeada 6 million dollars in 1989
to 1992
and now the last chapters of revelations are coming
true
and i know alotta people find it hard to follow this
because subliminal bigotry makes you hate my politics
but u act like america wouldnt destroy 2 buildings
in a country that was sponsoring bombs getting dropped
on children
i was watching the towers
although i wasnt the closest
i saw them crumble to the earth like they were 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 dissapeared in the news permanantly
they dubbed a tape ossama
and they said it was proof
jeleous of our freedom
i cant believe u bought that excuse
rockin a mutha f'ing flag dont 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 sept 11th
and just so conservatives dont take it to heart
i dont think bush did it
cuz he isnt that smart
hes just a stupid puppet taking orders on his cell
phone
and the same people that sabotaged senator wellstone
the military industry has it popping and locking
looking for a way to justify the wolfowitz doctrine
as a matter of fact
rumsfeld now that i think back
without 9-11 u couldnt have a war in iraq
or a defense budget of world conquest proportions
kill freedom of speech and have the right to revoke
abortion
tax cut extortion
a blessing to the wealthy and wicked
but u still have to answer to the armaggeadon you
scripted
and dick cheney you fucking leech
you dont you tell them your plans
about putting your pipes lines through afghanistan
and how Israeli troops trained the taliban
through Pakistan
you might have some house niggas food
but i understand
colonialism is sponsored by corporations
thats why halliburton gets paid to rebuild nations
so tell me the truth i dont scare into paralysis
i know that the cia saw bin laden on dialysis
in '98 when he was top ten in the FBI
government ties
is really why the government lies
read it yourself
instead of asking the government why
because then the cause of death

They corrupted the priceless African image of Isis
Replaced it with a lifeless anorexic white bitch
The fashion industry got 'em in a funny spot
Self hatred leakin' out they mouth like a money shot
Movie star, Hollywood Babylon fantasy
Buncha peacock bitches in a cocaine canopy
And if you help me they make you think you're a manity
Look how they invented this euro-sendregate -sanity
Got you brain washed to the point you bleachin your skin
Blind to the truth, and can't see the beauty within
Cause ain't nothing wrong with exercisin' tightening yo thighs
But there's something wrong with contacts that lighten ya eyes
We goin backwards, from hip hop in the park
To the experiments by Dr. Kenneth Clark
So after the cannabis im'a hafta handle this
Release the pressure on her and open her like an amythist
Their lies cant faze ya
You gotta know who you are
Stay strong and always remember
The truth in your heart
Don't forget there are those who
Benefit from your scars
Even I was natural
Check it uh,
The business of beauty isn't a natural model
It's built to be the opposite of the cultures we topple
These magazines got you caught in a hustle
Cause when you starve yourself
Your body doesn't burn fat it burns muscle
And men don't even like women control the business
That's why the women look like men
And the men look like bitches
I break it down as god is my witness
Remember sambo character-jor character-ristiscs
Now who got the collogen under they lipstick
Implanted arrogate hips surgical sickness
A bipolar society that claims to be righteous
Spray paintin artificial melanin
Tryin to be like us
Livin in a pathetic epidemic of schizophrenic squina
Synthetic body with credit
You mad that I said it
But you know that I'm right
Find a natural beauty and get you some natural lovin' tonight
Their lies cant faze ya beauty
You gotta know who you are
Stay strong and always remember,
The truth in your heart
Don't forget there are those who
Benefit from your scars
Even I was natural
Their lies can't fade your beauty
You gotta know who you are

[Verse 1: Akir]
Get ya dough watch it go, back to the peoples that holding some
Basic H's secret states keepin the stuffs the stole it from
Peter Jospeh told us so, only those that seem to know
Can counteract the satus quo balance back wich way to go
My rough I'd CID used by the beast to track you yeah
Charge in the car can cause an alarm
That's part of the arm that traps you now
Back to check in, you go inside you prepared to fly
Watch for scalin you cannot hide
Comfortable you roll no matter what you done
What treats for sky? climbin a tree while I'm gettin high
That big brother eagle start to die
No matter what the reason we can devise
The plant in the sea saw the seeds that provide?
Away for us to breathe out the evilest side
No need to kiss the dream is alive
Free from the evils of the dreams inside
[Hook: Cuts by DJ Pone]
[Verse 2: Beast 1333]
Yo the World a Mess
We All Lust the Flesh
I won't Stop till the People
See Success
So Many beat to Death
So Many people Left
With the Mark of the Beast
Can't cheat the Test
You bear the Mark
I Bear the Mark
With the blood in the Waters
There for Sharks
Now everybody want to Be Quoting Marx
With a Less of the Bite
And a More the Bark
In A World of Fakes
Here's what it Takes
Gotta have Big Balls
Not Baby Grapes
At A Crazy Pace
Let's do it Face to Face
The Whole Race chase Waste
Space Age Sensash
With a Warm embrace
They go and Stab your Back
It's so Wack that the Hacks
Flapjack the Tracks
And When the Bombs attack
We Gon Bomb em Back
Wit the Cold Facts Rap Tracks
Catch a Jax
There's No Latch attached
You Can't Own a Soul
So don't go go scroll po po patrol
Lets Go Toe to Toe Like Pro Dojo Throws
Sold your Soul so Don't Go so Slow
No Need to Crow
No Need to Flip
What we Need is a Change in Leadership
Wont even Give a Chance to Plead the Fifth
Before the Radar Go From
Bleep to Blip Bitch
[Hook: Cuts by DJ Pone]
[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
You think I don't notice the line when you cross it
I'm like the mind of a genious trapped in a cerebral palsic
You underestimate the hood you think niggas is stupid
We read the countries credits, niggas know who produced it
Why the fuck you think the pushing military recruitment
America been platinum and she afraid of recoupment
So when you try to close the boarder and don't let us in
I'll overthrow califonria with 20 million mexicans
Cubans and chinese who came looking for freedom
Till they realised america was run by a demon
And I don't mean George Bush he was a fuckin zero
More like the roman emperor Nero
Who did nothing while the black slum turned to atlantis
I mean those behind the canvas that made the mechanics
And then planned it, it sounds simple but stupid niggas won't understand it

I know I look like, Immortal Technique to you, but I
created this generic clone just to speak to you
Me and 2-7-9, are plantin a bomb in a building, these
underground shows never got women and children
I'm serial killin', every fake nigga alive, so most of
you who can't rap won't survive
Machine gun everything around like a panorama, and burn
rubber with the ghost of princess Diana
I'm like Santana, pulling strings in a game, while
slaves emilate they masters, they livin the same,
forget the fame
I can't rest a second alone, I got homeland security
tapping my phone
Well here's a warning to the government that creeps on
me, I'm like a cunstain matress don't sleep on me
I roll deep, with a fully loaded AK, murder cowards in
their sleep like the I.R.A
I represent Soul 4 dawg, that's the best hood, you
can't be shot while you sittin in your whip like Tim
Westwood
Whilin' out, you know how we doin' persuin' and this is
freestyle in the meanwhile other cats are spittin'
written bitten composition, you're crushed in
submission
This is Harlem, You'll never rise to stardom kid, I
came down to London, Ey you know how we did, and this
is off the dome, off the brain, lyrically insane
And that's how I'm tripping that's how I'm flipping Ey
yo, check it out
I'm the illest latino, I never had to buy an album back
like Benzino,
You know I'm sick with the flow, spittin' it slow, Ey
you I have to go to the bathroom, I made a scramble, I
lost 10 pounds and I don't even gamble!
So y'know, what's happening, when I'm rockin' it, off
the brain lyrically insane, Immortal Technique, saying
you nice as me dawg?
You straight telling lies, me and you have never been
even like Biggy Small's eyes, when will you realize
Immortal Technique is iller,
the socialist guierella, stomp you like a storm piller,
comin' through, representing whoever, cleverly, under
the weather
Yo, it's like that, a Latin assasin I make it happen,
I'm about to go platinum but when you see me up in the
spot, rockin' it hip-off the top of the knot
Ey yo, thats how it goes thats how it flows, thats how
it shows, Ey yo it's 96.9,
ey yo I substract the same numbers from both sides and
thats 5-9 and thats fine and I continue to climb,
I continue to shine, I continue to climb
Ey yo the voice of racism pushing through God's name,
Ey yo thats devilish,
a church in America called the Prophet Muhammed a
terrorist
Forgetting that God is not a religion but a spiritual
bond, and that Jesus is the most quoted Prophet in the
Quran
They bombed innocent people, tried to murder Saddam,
when they gave him those weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter
Jennings, this Condaliza Rice is just the new age Sally
Hemmings
I break it down with critical language, and spirit
through anguish, and Judas is angry, the guilt to be
trained
Christ, you murdered him, stole his religion and
painted him white, translated in phsycologically
painted philosophy,
conservative political right-wing ideology, put
together sloppily
Blasphemy of a nation, I got my back to the wall, I'm
facing assasination, Guantanamo Bay, federal
incarceration
How can this be, land of the free, home of the brave,
indigenous holocaust and home of the slave?
Corporate America, dancing off-beat to the rythm, they
really think the country never sponsored terrorism
Human right violations we continue to saga, el
Salvador, Nicanshus and Nicaragua
And on top of that we still want want to take me to
prison, just cause I won't trade humanity for patroism
Ey yo I'm still buckin out I know you flipped the
instrumentals, with coincedence comes spinning off the
top of the mental
Ey yo this government is tapping my phone, like I told
you before, I keep it raw I smash kids heads in the
corridor
And thats how it goes, you know that Helen is crazy,
Immortal Technique blazing, amazing MCs
Yo, I'm hangin' out with the illest rappers alive, Ey
yo I strive to be better, I strive to survive,
I strive to stab a live wire to the top of my brain
I make cuts on my dick, with masicistics tactics, and
then take a fetish, while simultaniously stabbing a
pregnant fat bitch,
on a vomit-covered mattress, while the fetus uses my
dick to practice gymnastics, dancing on it like a
balance beam doing backflips
Ey yo, I smack kids, and I compact them, ey yo I
subtract them, and I'm keepin' this freestyle from the
brain,
I'm lyrically insane, let me explain
Ey yo, let me give you the rap-up, 2003, people went to
war and they tried to drag me, and everyone else,
and now we about to put Tony Blair back on the shelf
They're taking it ova', my word to Jahova, I don't got
a Range Rover, I be in the tube, I be at the Meirut
spitting on people's faces, whilin' up
Ey yo no doubt, I keep it complete, Immortal Technique,
and I'm completely flipping the spanish making rappers
vanish like ???
Immortal Technique, I be chillin', with my boy
Clamento, ay yo Ralphdog dotcom, log on, so we can drop
bombs, ey yo,
bragging rights to hook that con to rock steady, you're
not ready, won every battle in New York City,
Your style is not pretty, kinda like Macy Grey, and my
faking God is kinda shitty, I put my hand on the Bible
and tell,
"Whoopie that she's pretty" and this is some mean stuff
that I'm spittin, off the top of the brain, ay yo, you
know how I rock,
2-7-9, that means you catchin 18 shots, and thats how
it goes, and thats how it flows, and I'm outta here,
I'm out of Jahove, I'm with gymnastics and the cash and
the cheddar, since that I meant that, Technique, end of

[Mos Def - talking]
Man, you hear this bullshit they be talkin'
Every day, man
It's like these motherfuckers is just like professional
liars
YouknowwhatI'msayin? It's wild
Listen
[Hook - Mos Def]
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
[Verse 1 - Immortal Technique]
I pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's
speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial
features
Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the
speakers
And if you speak about the evil that the government
does
The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you
love
This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you
live in
All they talk about is terrorism on television
They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you
they mission
They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim
religion
Even though Bin Laden, was a CIA tactician
They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his
purpose
Fahrenheit 9/11, that's just scratchin' the surface
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Immortal Technique]
They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally
wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's
dream
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-
esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my
nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you
wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like
Michael
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and
recycled
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is
real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal
(I don't rap for dead presidents
I'd rather see the president dead
It's never been said but I set precedents)--[Eminem]

[Intro 1]
And it's not smart to be dumb
It's not smart to be dumb
Bumb de dumb dumb dumb
Back where I come from
It's not considered smart to be dumb
[Intro 2]
Immortal Technique -
Okay little empanada, time for bed
"Empanada" - Uncle Felipe
Immortal Technique -
What, what is it now?
"Empanada" - I heard that
You and my dad used to
Be in a gang. Is that true?
IT - Who told you that
Man, your mother. It
Wasn't a gang we were
Just a group of friends
Em - Did you do bad things?
IT - No no no look we just
Used to draw and stuff
And play karate, borrow
Things, throw stuff, y'know
Run around at night. Like Goonies
Em - what's a Goonie?
IT - You never heard of
Goonies before?
[Verse 1 - Immortal Technique]
I coulda chose another life
With the feds try'na get me
Little kids putting work in
Like at Gap and Disney
In the whip high as shit
Like Bobby and Whitney
Grab your hand and push
The mother fuckin' pedal to sixty
Harlem cops frisk me to
Get me to make their quotas
But I told ya "Siempre hay
Que separar las drogas"
Bar brawl in the club
Popping and rocking georsh
Shot it out leaving bullet
Holes the size of matzu balls
I love big chicks never
Fucked with a slim broad
Played soccer and
Hammered nails into their shin guards
Gambled at cee lo with
Dominicans locked in the tombs
We was there for robbing
Niggas for them Spanish doubloons
Remember Goonie era
Graffiti of all sorts
Now they wanna foreclose
On the hood to build a golf course
I'll put your hand in a
Blender to make an entree
Then cut your dick and
Glue it back on the wrong way
[Hook - Immortal Technique]
All ma revolutionary
Soldiers better ride
My word is mathematics
Bitch numbers never lie
So even if they tell you I'm
Dead I'm still alive
Because mother fucker
Goonies never die
Witness protection
Program rappers better hide
I serve revenge out the
Freezer niggas never slide
So if they tell you I'm gone
And you safe niggas lied
Because mother fucker
Goonies never die
[Verse 2 - Swave Sevah]
I'm a certified goonie the
Type a burgla rob ya crib
And leave it smellin like
Sour and Afghan gooey
Life is a movie but yours
Was filmed on a greener screen
I give you pure uncut raw
No deleted scenes
War with a broadsword
Dumping a tech nine
Slit your throat give you a
Colombian neck tie
The best buy to get we let
Die let fly the next guy to try some shit
Listen a few words just to
Describe my clique
We like a gang of spartans
Walking on the Gaza strip
Never say die it's time to
Fight and we never run
My Goonies rob niggas for
Jewelery we call em treasure hunts
Let him front like he a
Tough guy with wippe?
I'll hit em slug turn him to
One eye willy watery
Grave hide ya chips
I'll hijack ya boat load and
Cruise away on my pirate ship
[Hook - Immortal Technique]
All ma revolutionary
Soldiers better ride
My word is mathematics
Bitch numbers never lie
So even if they tell you I'm
Dead I'm still alive
Because mother fucker
Goonies never die
Witness protection
Program rappers better hide
I serve revenge out the
Freezer niggas never slide
So if they tell you I'm gone
And you safe niggas lied
Because mother fucker
Goonies never die
[Verse 3 - Diabolic]
Before Duncan Penderhuse
Was runnin' with dougie doug
My team got away with
Murder we ain't fit the bloody glove
Those jungle breeze and
We come to feed our hungry cubs
With hoes pulling out our
Pipes like Goonies under country clubs
Let these funny thugs
Know whoever steps in 'Bolics spot
Is getting crushed with
Solid rock the jester copper pot
I suggest the drama stops
I'll flood blocks with mustard gas
You're up shits creek in a
Rubber raft cut in half
Cross my fucking path I'll
Dare you I'll mangle who lit the fuse
Quick to lose my marbles
Like Mikey replacing his with jewels
Watching y'all enslave the
Game I'm forced to say the truth
Break the chains quick and
Sloth reaching for Baby Ruth
We got AD proof and
Whores in daisy dukes extra low
While fat bitches do the
Truffle shuffle just to get in shows
Fuck what your record
Sold respect the code and recognize
The rebel tribe that my
People kept alive will never die
[Hook - Immortal Technique]
All ma' revolutionary
Soldiers better ride
My word is mathematics
Bitch numbers never lie
So even if they tell you I'm
Dead I'm still alive
Because mother fucker
Goonies never die
Witness protection
Program rappers better hide
I serve revenge out the
Freezer niggas never slide
So if they tell you I'm gone
And you safe niggas lied
Because mother fucker

[Verse 1]
I pledge no alledigance
Nigga fuck the presidents speeches
I'm baptised by America and covered in Leeches
The dirty water that reaches your soul or your facial
features
Drownin you in propaganda that they spit threw the
speeches
And if you speak about the evil that the government
does
The patriot act will track you to the type of your
blood
Try to frame you and say you was tryin to sell drugs
And throw federal indigtment on niggas to show you love
This shit is run by fake christians fake politicians
Look at they mansions and the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism on television they
tell you to listen
But they don't really tell you they mission
They funded Al'Queda and now they blame the musslim
religion
Even tho Bin'Laden was a CIA Tactition
They gave him billions of dollars
And they funded his purpose
Fareignheight 9/11 that's just scratchin' the surface
[Hook]
Fuck tha Government
Fuck tha Government
Fuck tha Government
Fuck tha Government
[Verse 2]
They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Sadaam
But that's bullshit I'll show you why it's totally
wrong
Cause if another country invaded the hood tonite
It'd be warfare threw Harlem and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White Americas Dream
I'd be fightin' for my people survival and self esteem
I wouldn't be fightin' for racist Churches in the south
my nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the ocupation out my nigga
You ever clocked someone who talked shit, or looked at
you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you and was rapin' your moms
And of course Sadaam Husein had chemical weapons we
sold him that shit
After Ronald Reagans Election
Mercanarey contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate Millitary bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto with the fear of attack
Tryin' to distract the fact that they engineering the
crack
So im strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets will touch your kids and I don't mean
like Michael
Your body sent the morgue stripped down and recycled
I'll fire on house niggas that support you and like you
Cause innoent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no Alien conspiracy theory this shit is real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic Seal
[Hook]
Fuck tha Government
Fuck tha Government
Fuck tha Government
[Hook]
Fuck tha Government
Fuck tha Government
Fuck tha Government
[Verse 3/Outro]

you not as cold as me
mother fucker, stop pretendin
I'll murder you in front of your crib like John Lennon
rip the tendons outta your muscle to cut the tension
I'm beyond your comprehension
like related subatomic particles in fifth dimensions
suspension in your breathing is what I'm leaving
until a legion of demons whisper the meaning of life in
ya ear
right before they make ya mother fucking life disappear
but just because you hear the multi-syllabic gramatical
don't compare me to rappers that are on sabbatical
cause i never did business in little fucking Italy
i play checkers on triple-decker buses in Tripoli
the way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably
is a mystery that pisses me off ridiculously
because im lyrically beyond your level, scientifically
specifically, spitting out the spick in me,
prolifically
im the majority of America, futuristically
after i die, fuck my music, you'll feel me spiritually
darker than Sicily, rippin above the averages
you hold no weight, like bitches after miscarriages
and your label produces no kids like gay marriages
i'm disparaging every fake-thug rapper in sight
that's why your faggot ass will never make it into the
light
i'll crack your skull when i smash your face into the
and now you know what i'm like
i'll Suge Knight the industry, i feel like the spirit
of Nat Turner got into me
you're infinitely hopless, you sound like shit when you
spit live, like Jennifer Lopez
i'll massacre a rich rapper, and all his broke friends
and go to club Cheetah, rockin some blood-soaked Timbs
party-crashin animal, fuckin model bitches
leavin their stick-figure anorexic pussy in stitches
my verbal blitz is to outshine your offense
you're watered-down nonsense, and i'm 200-proof
chockin a local youth in his home-made vocal booth
you're a fucking incompetent killer like Ray Kurut
and i'm Technique, the rawest nigga ever produced
i spit nastier than regurgitating period juice
so burn your fucking rhymebook, stay warm, and put it
to good use
im bout to drop like frozen airplane shit through ya
roof
and im sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
you never robbed Dominicans, and you couldn't sling
rocks if you was Palestinian
you broke mother fucker, you cats don't burn rubber
you niggas cant even get a cab like Danny Glubber
you aint hardcore, ill smack the shit outta your mother
you wanna be gutter? i'll leave you laid out in the
street
signed yours truly, the mother fuckin Immortal

Fight Until' the End
Sabac ft. Immortal Technique
Sabacalypse
(Chorus)
Dem' shoot at us
Turn around and deny it.
People on the streets are dying.
We must come together
Fight depression and pull de pressure
On de system that tries to diss us,
tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us.
We don't win, we fight again.
We gwon fight until the end, until the end,
We fight until we win, until we win.
(Sabac)
Unjustified shootings, fatal chokins, severe beatins,
Police attack the innocent without fair reason.
Precincts are full of cowards abusin authority.
Minorities abuse majority, people livin in poverty.
Priority, is them doing right by the nation
but large parts of it's been human rights violation.
Tired of being patient waitin for internal affairs
to show. Improve this, the truth is, we've been burnin
for years.
Use your weapons, fight back kid, that's how the game
goes.
My boy Kevin got his skull cracked by pigs in plain
clothes.
They told him there's agress, if he doesn't stay calm,
and proceeded to put cigarettes out in his palm.
Now he can't think, he can't feel,
Sometimes you gotta grab steel, blast, peal
Before they sentence you and serve your last meal.
I know fightin back is easier said then actin
Let's start movin forward and stop steppin backwards.
(Chorus)
Dem' shoot at us
Turn around and deny it.
People on the streets are dying.
We must come together
Fight depression and pull de pressure
On de system that tries to diss us,
tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us.
We don't win, we fight again.
We gwon fight until the end, until the end,
We fight until we win, until we win.
(Immortal Technique)
On the day, me and Sabac Red,
drop dead, knocked by the feds,
Or get shot with a glock in the head
Like the.. bloods on the corner, the block'll be red
And like the passion of Christ, there'll be alot to be
said
Fuck a protest in the street wit all of my peeps
My soul will never let a crooked cops family sleep.
And you'll never find peace, even them retired men.
Like imma do to all yo cops that turned into firemen.
I'll give you trojan lyin in the sleepin hypnosis,
Nightmares about drownin in the ocean erosions.
Molested by dead bodies full of worms and locousts.
But the insects are nothing when the judgement
approaches.
Call my spirit the coldest, you say that I'm bitter
But I'm sick of cops callin me a spic and nigga.
And you pigs probably wont get the message I write you,
Cuz the industry is racist, mother fuckers just like
you.
(Chorus)
Dem' shoot at us
Turn around and deny it.
People on the streets are dying.
We must come together
Fight depression and pull de pressure
On de system that tries to diss us,
tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us.
We don't win, we fight again.
We gwon fight until the end.
(Sabac)
Not everyone is built for war when it comes to cops and
Fear plays a part so I'll inform you of your options.
Get the names and badges of cops from the precinct
Show your face in the street so police know you decent.
Keep them on their toes take flicks and videos
Impose injustices cuz them clips can be gold.
Hold a coalition in your buildin, a new movement,
Raise cash, start a civilian review unit.
Be aware of wrong doings, inform your whole alliance.
Write the senator to put a end to the cold and silence.
Let's unite fight back know our rights watch the
government.
Apply better laws and enforce harsher punishment,
For pigs who beat kids for no apparent reason.
We acted on the defense while battlin the precinct.
If the system wont respond to your truth and facts,
Bear arms, they've been warned, retaliate and shoot
back.
(Chorus)
Dem' shoot at us
Turn around and deny it.
People on the streets are dying.
We must come together
Fight depression and pull de pressure
On de system that tries to diss us,
tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us.
We don't win, we fight again.
We gwon fight until the end, until the end,

[chorus:]
i am the eye in the sky looking at you i can read your mind
i am the maker of rules dealing with fools i can cheat you blind [eye in the sky by alan parsons project]
[verse 1: immortal technique]
yeah, my truth is the archet of coming and buried in ethiopia, watch when you fuckin' with a minneapolis somalian
when i go home the world i use to know is gone and i will live on my own for what shall it prosper the rapper with creative control to sign a deal with the devil and lose his soul my still born first expression is cold like the faces of slave masters on a pay-by phone subliminal racial supremacy chokin' me quick like the bedtime stories of joseph smith lich mob gunnin' for me tryna murder my seeds is shorty put up in denial in a basket of reeves and now i stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life bad diet fuck more die a young fast life same as a crash flight that took off when the music died on your last night tell em' the truth and they call you a traitor talk to em' honestly and they call you a hater losin' my composure cause the message is urgent talkin' reckless drunk on the mic like larry merchant cursin' at the conservants who marryin' demons who rush their wings against the air to the reason they heave in with nothin' left to believe in even a reason from livin' that was forgiven by god and our religion envision jesus risen from the dead like horus in the baptist church shakin' off the rigor mortis the borders should be illegal instead of the people that were here before the bible and all of it's sequels i speak to the detached and unrealistic that were born nobel but turned socially autistic we resisted homeland securities mission cause i know what they really envisioned...
[chorus x2]
i am the eye in the sky looking at you, i can read your mind

[Verse 1]
I turned 21 in prison, locked up at night
Now I walk around free, it seems like another life
Another role with some other dice
Another hole or a loving wife?
People come and go
Some really you never know
Intellectual midgets that really never grow
Fake love that hangs on like, can I hold you though?
With no friends that look at you like, yo, yeah I told
you so
A toast to the broken hearted, who never finished what
they fucking started
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night
Who try to make up for the fact that they settled in
life
It's like a fight between the devil and christ over the
limelight
Spiritual celebrity poker, but the whole deck is full
of jokers
And every year that you get older, the stakes get
higher
Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars
Real talk cos the real New York is the pain and the
suffering of lost love
Staring off into the distance of the mist in the club
Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide
And the struggle inside yourself that keeps you alive
Surviving medicated, stalked by sobriety
The life you live now, tortured by memories violently
I pray inside of me that one day you can be forgiven
For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in
[Verse 2]
Love doesn't need a complicated metaphor
And sometimes, nothing needs to be said at all
Sometimes the person you with is not your one and only
And you just fuck with them 'cause you afraid to be
lonely
And when you come back, it's too late
So you overcompensate like victims of rape for the self
hate
Lost in the affection of strangers arround you
Instead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about
Thought you were happy, so you didn't come check me
But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly
You conveniently realized that you could never forget
And tried to crawl back in my life, unexpectedly
These are my indictments of those who claim to be
righteous
And leave a trail of broken hearts on they way to
enlightment
But I can't give in to hatred and pass judgement
Even towards every illusion I've been in love with
Cause the heart that betrays itself willingly
Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability
It's so seductive to be cold and corrupted
And isolated, trying to be an independent republic
But liberty, to be loved on the surface is worthless
The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose
Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption
Cursing the god, desperately trying to get his
attention
[Immortal Technique]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
The game is polluted by rappers that are really
snitches,
And most DJ's are nothing but industry bitches,
And we don't got no mansion or riches,
But we got guns and knifes, and your children s
pictures,
And everybody loses in war, but you lose more,
What you think we brought back the panthers, and the
Zulus for
Immortal witch doctor made himself a voodoo doll,
For every motherfucker that fronted, that I recall.
Fuck the industry, don't call me, you can't get with
I leave niggas hanging like Mississippi,
RBG to the last drop of blood in my body,
Or the Feds drag me away, like a tsunami.
But I'll be back, like a fresh body bag from Iraq,
Like a Baltimore slum,
during the resurgence of crack
Brown and black, like the AK I keep in the strap,
While we waiting on the next stock market to collapse .
Terretorial, oritory, auditorium, fuck around,
I'll be the cause of your life's memorial.
I write raps territorial, east coast borders too,
Never cross them borders till I coastaly slaughter you,
I'm better than all of you, vendettas be mauling you,
You talkin chedda, Ima Shredder, Ill sever it off of
you,
I never remorse for you, no letters endorsing you.
Poll position in the coffin is what is, costing you,
The carcus boss is true, show of a fortress,
Them mortgage's of a culture of losses, through and
through.
It's the rebel arms,
Gods speed with devils charm,
The bitch man gets switch blades in every arm,
And this way we exnay on any harm,
Cuz snakes play and fakes lay, like hidden bombs,
We march in unison, the soul is truer than eternal
images to,
My life time to do it in.
Stronghold, said it, whoop your bitch ass with a tong,
The rebel arms swarm and form like bullditron,
Slash your obese, you heard mark of the east,
Running through cop lands screaming fuck the police.
Hormones in the water, they actin outa order, like a
pack of
Rabbid wolves, they lambs for the slaughter.
Crush your man devour, rip the drums like animal,
Even
My regiment salute me, haters wanna shoot me,
cool aid in they vains, they always try to sue me.
You sell crack and rap, dead and skinned multiple baby
mommas,
take care of your kids,
Guilitine rap, shackles on your ankle,
chemical warfare where punchlines connect,
the circum plate snipers, with Immortal Tech,
They call block governor, to drag 'em off the set.
[J. Arch]
Rebel arms out for supremecy and move non-gimmicky
Related to royalty on each trip you mention me
Twist bars illest-ly, rebel against the infantry
Get more than yo' feet wet when I make you a memory
Cats not ready because they commercially industry
I make house calls to those afraid to visit me
Disrespect, I'll smash off the petty
from undisclosed locates, move fast for their cheddy
Arch don't breakdance, yet I (Rock Steady)
I jump on your scope to prove your aim not deadly
My shot to the top is like Mikki and Mal' smelly
Flow milky like the tits of a chick, that's top heavy
The (Technique's Immortal) so Rebel Arm's the regiment
Arch status nicer than, other rappers ever been
My cantine's full from when the doc don't got medicine
Five-star general, frontline veteran
[Outro: DJ Green Lantern] Invasion baby!
Shit ain't a fuckin game that we playin
Immortal Technique...
Oh yeah, don't forget
"Revolutionary Vol. 3" comin soon

This is Immortal Technique
Harlem, New York
All over the world
And this is The Martyr
If you are listening to this
It is your responsibility

....I'm the majority of America futuristically
After I die, fuck my music, you'll feel me spiritually
Darker than Sicily ripping above the averages
You hold no weight, like bitches after miscarriages
And your labor produces no kids like gay marriages
I'm disparaging every fake thug rapper in sight
That's why your faggot ass will never make it into the
light
I'll crack your skull when I smash your face into the
And now you know what I'm like
I'll Suge Knight the industry, I feel like the spirit
of Nat Turner got into me
You're infinitely hopeless, you sound like shit when
you spit live
Like Jennifer Lopez, I'll massacre a rich rapper
And all his broke friends, and go to Club Cheetah
Rocking some blood-soaked Tims, party crashing, animal-
fucking model bitches
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic pussy in stitches
My verbal blitzes have outshined your offence
You're watered down nonsense, and I'm two-hundred proof
Choking the local youth in this home-made vocal booth
You're a fucking incompetent killer like Ray Carruth
And I'm Technique, the rawest nigga ever produced
I spit nastier than regurgitating period juice
So burn your fucking rhyme book
Stay warm, and put it to good use
I'm about to drop like frozen airplane-shit through
your roof
And I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You never robbed Dominicans, and you couldn't sling
rocks if you was Palestinian
You broke motherfucker, you cats don't burn rubber
You niggaz can't even get a fucking cab like Danny
Glover
You ain't hardcore, I'll smack the shit out of your
mother
You wanna be gutter? I'll leave you laid out in the
street
Signed yours truly, the motherfucking Immortal

Yo I conduct guerilla warfare throughout the pj's
On the government control by wack DJ's
Plan water down commercial cause a payola
Taking orders from the label on the 2-way motorolas
Spit solar rays on DJ's who think they raw
Right before I break your fingers off on a car door
And I'm give your girl a C-section with a chainsaw
And graffiti my name with the blood stains on the floor
Hardcore on a fake turntablist brotha, you wack niggas
blend
Like yellow and purple colors, motherfucka nobody wanna
hire a decoy
You couldn't spin in the club as a fuckin B-boy
Cause juvenile cats don't get the big picture, gimme
dat vet stacks
And go back to your Fisher Price mixa
I'm about to hit ya like da pentagon after I take off
Yo JS-1 cut this mothafuckas face off
{JS-1*scratches*}
Train train train and chuck chuck chuck
{*continues scratching*}
Cut cut cut, cut like a guillotine
{*continues scratching*}
Any questions?
(Hook)
This for the DJ's who play the real Hip-Hop
Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art
Turntablers...Audio Technician
JS on the wheels of steel
Can, can break a beat, cut, scratch and transform
{JS-1*scratches*}
Y'all original...I don't need MTV I can smash your
clique like 1,2,3

[Hook]
Old fashioned people they never know why (2X)
Old fashioned
[Bridge: Deacon]
Most don't even know why they believe what they
believe, man
Never taking a second to look at life
Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds,
dawg
In the dark, walls blocking all that light
Most don't even know why they believe what they
believe, man
Never taking a second to look at life
Bad water in our seeds, y'all, still growing weeds,
dawg
In the dark
[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
Looking at life in retrospect it's hard to regret
Stuck in your ways cause hatred is hard to forget
Niggaz talk all religious trying to barter with death
Parts of the flesh wrinkle up while you start to
reflect
And even though nobodies life is ever perfect
You start to wonder if all the pain was really worth is
Pondering the purpose of living, the curse that was
given
Dreaming about freedom and escaping the prison
People who pimp children are really raping religion
The matrix is fiction placed in a vision
But now the technology follows me solemnly
Building the future laws to my philosophy
Alzheimers cutting through like a lobotomy
Not even the golden arthritis of king Midas
Could buy comfort and peace for the righteous
I survived disease and political crisis
By backstabbing gnomes that are now lifeless
And now i live vicariously through my kids
Like people who love the sport, but can't play for shit
Fighting glaucoma, front the cops taking a hit
I slip into a coma, roaming over the planet
Leaving the gold and the granite, the old and the
famished
But just before I vanish 'cause I think I'm at the end
The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again

Yea... Yea... Ay yo
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 filled of hatred an anger
Cause some bitch killed my first born son with a coat hanger
I strangled out the pain until my soul was empty was 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 us slow like the Feds did to the Blank 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
Paint in 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..
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

Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers
Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain 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 pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship
It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'
And people coming home after corporate share croppin
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 of the welfare
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
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 serving 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 mother fucker 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 your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya
Up root 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
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Look, let me make something abundantly clear for people
that are so bereft of activities
they feel like they gotta comment on every one of mine
First of all, being a vegetarian should never be associated
with being a revolutionary or being open minded, that's a dietary choice
If someone wants to proliferate the type of ignorance
we're supposed to be fighting by thinking that, you're just fucking yourself
I don't go around promoting beef and poultry shoving it in peoples faces
I don't castigate people for not eating steak sandwiches
And I would never diss someone for being a fucking broccoli head
or living off radishes or eating grass with tofu
I like a lot of vegan cuisine but the illogicality
of expecting everyone to adopt your particular idea
of what being healthy is, is just preposterous
I've seen some of you herbivores, and if you wanna argue health
y'all need to eat some kind of supplement
because some of y'all are so skinny that it's disgusting
Lookin like the only hip hop motherfuckas on Schindler's list
Being a malnutrition ass got nothing to do
with being revolutionary or being on point
I'll be damned if I let somebody else push their agenda on me
You know, I don't eat pork, not cause I'm a Muslim
I just don't really like it, but I really will fuck a bird up
And fish is good when that shit is fresh
It's like my nigga Vast Aire from Can' Ox said
If you don't like the smell of burning meat, then get the fuck off the planet
You know, I don't criticize people for eating moss
And don't open your fuckin mouth about my food man
I like beef and broccoli motherfucka, mind your God damn business
Matter of fact, you know what? I'm out
I feel like a some aronco pollo, a banana daiquiri

Immortal Technique, I live life stranglin' death
I walk through the land where the fallen angel is kept
But I would never bow down to a pagan habit,
Like roman god's that were faggots named after the
planets
The connotations of revelations taken for granted
Mark of the beast, the government microchips implanted
I'll be branded a manic for speakin' the truth
And I'll be murdered as soon as I hit the streets with
the proof
Illuminati trying to raise the devil at any cost
They probably cloned Jesus with the blood off of the
cross
And I know it's the same motherfuckers I see,
That genetically engineered HIV
Controlling the population according to mathematics
Generated by Masons and the military industry
sponsorin' terror
Creatin' a profit margin that'll last forever
The Crusades and Vietnam stand blasted together
And you believe in "whatever"
Even the federal promise,
But the spawn of Satan can never be honest
The poor people pay homage
And pray to a god that the Vatican themselves don't
really even believe in
Cause they would rather worship money and the physical
demons
Without biblical reason
I execute them for treason
I don't need an alibi
'Cause my place in history is the book of Malika
MOTHERFUCKER!
Yeah, Immortal Technique
Harlem, New York and North Philly
The angels of death are here, you motherfucker
I'm turn your cities to salt, nigga
Y'all ain't shit
And none of your peoples are shit
None of your children are shit
You'll all be dead tomorrow, fake motherfuckers
WHAT!
Outer Space, Immortal Technique
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah