• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Rebel - Immortal Technique
• The -1 Rebel - Lullacry
• Tha Rippla - Mr. Pookie
• The Rebel - Marley Marl
• The Ripple - Broken Iris

Immortal technique
The Rebel
The Mic planet Sessions
Written by: Kyle K
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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 misogynist 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 f**k 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 f**k up and let me explain
what good is fame and flossan
when you stuck in a coffin?
and who the f**k 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 f**kin 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.

Posing like puppets, I need my medication
They are going to nail me to the wall
Fix me up and show me the destination
I am alone, never felt so small
They want more, I scream and shout
They are going to paint my soul black
Wake me up and cast the Demons out
I think it's time to get my life back
I can't have revolution
In my private Hell
Small evolution

[mr. pookie]
Feel tha calmness of tha breeze as mr. pookie walks through tha hood
I been strollin all night long solo johnson feelin good
I just threw away a dubbie nigga, I'm about to roll anotha
Til I bumped into two niggaz I ain't know wassup hustla
I heard you got them sacks and if that's true, I want 2
And uh 1 for my lil homie, he be smokin all night too
So I told them niggaz bail and quickly stepped away wit hast
You see I know these streetz to well and he was reachin for his waist
Oh shit, my battle mode don switched a whole fuckin level
Don switched to part 2 that's crooked intentions mixed wit rebel
Like tha devil on me, pookie get control of yoself
Cant release tha rippla on these niggaz shit they'll be nuthin left
You ready? I'm ready ain't scared (hold up)i thought you was ready
Naw, you wasnt sayin that shit while ago when you was callin for mary
I bring ya hat to ya nigga, it's best you flee out my hood
Cause you don fucked up on tha second level motivatal crook
Chorus
As you enter, yo body shivers, yo brain no longer remembers
Who did this to ya, it was tha rippla
Blank yo picture and left you cold, yo body swoll wit bullet holes,
Yo eyes are closed, it was tha rippla
Release yo soul and sides exposed, tha grim ripper has come to get cha
Now close tha zipper, it was tha rippla
As you enter, yo body shivers, from this world you've been delivered
Who did this to ya, it was tha rippla
Still chillin peepin tha path in which they fled
Notice they took a right didnt them bitches hear what I said
They think I'm playin mr. pookie finna scene don went cold
Now it's time for tha rippla, i'ma tell you niggaz how I'm gon do it
Swift wit big holes
We bringin tha big guns artillery u ain't gon fade homie
Bringin my knife wit my gun fight ak black wit tha blade on it
Betta watch out when I spray if only
It inhabit yo body wit leg components
Take it for granted I'm swearin on it
Leavin for crow dead and lonely
Now ya tryin to squash tha shit, I don hit yo body, caps wit vengeance
Can't nobody get me up off ya nigga, prepare yoself for tha finish
I don cut tha nigga I'm rippin take tha confidence from a nigga
Left him wit feminine feelings and big bullet holes from tha rippla
There's a lesson to be learned but it's too late for you to see
Plus yo homeboy been left and got you alone up in these streetz
Mo 3 had to get him at tha point of no return
Anger don got tha best of me, now they bodies get burned
Chorus
[mr. pookie]
I don dealt away wit a nigga, now it's time to flee tha scene
Thinkin bout how I left him, face down off in tha crete
Lemme fire up this weed, time to calm my fuckin nerves
I can feel tha po-po's comin ,hear tha sirens seen a bird
Heard, this nigga known for pullin jacks on a nigga
But what he didnt know ain nuthin but crooks on audelia
But still you'll be tryin to catch me slippin wit cha crew
So I released fire and came back bustin wit my fools
Let's even up, fightin we ain't deep enough
So my niggaz strapped and now they headed toward tha street to bust
Ya'll bitches ain't seein us, shit I'm bout to blow some mo
Bombin on you hataz like tha crisis off in kosovo
Powerful and don't you know I ain't that average playa to test
And like a rhino I'm jus finna penetrate through yo chest
Time to rest and that's for good see
No comin back too late to plea
Told you bout my motive 3
Dont cross my crooked boundary

(Feels good)
(Tragedy)
[VERSE 1]
I'm here to bust your shit
The mastermind of manuscripts
The force of extremity
My rhymes are the remedy
You can't deal with the T-r-a-g
Rap ??? flowin like the Pegasus
Rhymin is as easily as the obvious
I bust your head pulsating rotating
This jam is generating with the motion I'm creating
I'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper
Raised in the Bridge, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper
The rebel of the treble, the ebony prince
'88 is on the way, I make a big difference
I make it visual and intellectually clear
(Tragedy) the Rebel is here
[VERSE 2]
Because I master great kicks turnin flesh to dust
And knockin all boots is a definite must
Cause I'm havoc, Trag, Tragedy tragic
There are many ways to explain my magic
The explanatory category best fits me
Cause my lyrics are called sweet poetry
And I'm sick of b-boys just hippin and hoppin it
I have you sayin, "Damn boy, shorty be droppin it"
Back in the '60s to know is to know it
And I'm the last remaining of the world's last poets
Talkologist, infinity from when I begin
And to disapprove the Trag is a mortal sin
Diabolical gangster, hoodlum and genius
I write poetry when I find it convenient
Snap a stage in half like a polo bear
(Your Tragedy) the Rebel is here
[VERSE 3]
I drop words you won't find in a dictionary
I write rhymes to improve my vocabulary
Drama, Art, English education
And I'm the man, I design the animation
Mentally and with jock control
The equalizer rises up on your FM mode
And which I use with telepath
And it's (Tragedy) who's on your phonograph
I confuse your conscience, and boggle your brain
You may think that I'm sick, but I'm perfectly sane
I design my rhymes with architectural construction
But that's another story, a different function
You see, it's mandatory to embold fear
(Tragedy) the Rebel is here
[VERSE 4]
The rap automatical, the rhymatical
Forget ill, I get illmatical
Biceps pulsating in my lungs
Queensbridge Projects is where I'm from
Wicked like a witch doin sorcery
With a book and a pen, and my m-i-c
The outstanding ovation when things get drastic
You keep fantasizin while I'm fantastic
Black magic flowin smooth but strong
And I'll have you rockin and shockin...
Swing this episode to the Cormega Posse
My man from Uptown
Joe the Boss down with the Mutant Posse
To my right-hand MC
MC [Name]
To Big Daddy Kane
My man Nut and Cool [Name]
Down with the Supreme Team in Jamaica
Can't forget the 40 Busters

Strike with the strongest hand
Search from the sharpest eye
Pull from the greater
Side of your mind
Tear down the wall that's stuck
In between soul and mind
Watch as the worlds collide
And leave your shell behind
Just when ocean waves die upon the shore line
From which we stand
It's amazing how beginning comes from ending
Now that's too much to take...
Did the ripple breathe the breather or the breather breathe the ripple?
Madness starts from where this story ends
Nothing from the past ever
Happens quite the same
Induce only forward
And leave your shell behind
Just when ocean waves die upon the shore line
From which we stand
It's amazing how beginning comes from ending
Now that's too much to take... in
Won't you take this old shell and trade it for some understanding
You're bound to find out that
Infinite is one, just one thing
The ripple breathes,