[Intro]
"How can we be sure of anything?" – [?]
[Immortal Technique]
Keepin' it raw (x5)
[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz]
Yo, shut the f** up. My life like a photo shoot
Superman style—switch clothes in a phone booth
So loose, James Bond-proof with a gold tooth
Showing truth, how to move loot in a warzone [?]
Like wanton, without chips like Bon Ton
Blow your face up calm, smack you with bomb palms
Be explosive—Independence Day rewind
God on stage—wise man C-Rayz shine
f** your line-up—get slain, you plain piece of brain
You a rookie thirst to bust, but you can't aim
Now we move frames like museums with big names
Get slain on the D-Train, disclaim your fame
Denounce your name, sell your soul like that chain
It's rain for you thirsty birds—eat my words
I slurred some of the illest verbs on these curbs
Clutz swerve on the verge—now, the power to splurge and make 'em merge
[Hook] (x4)
Keepin' it raw
"Wanted by the law for..." - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta's "Verbal Glock"
[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
I'm the reason that the rest of your life is obsolete
Muthaf**a, I'll wave my hand and lift you off of your feet
Hold you above the city and drop you onto the street
Elevate your dead body and watch history repeat
As I drop you from the stratosphere back to the concrete
Them I'mma send a psychic probe to bomb your fleet
And psychologically reconstruct all of your peeps
I'm like the Bodysnatchers, muthaf**a—you shouldn't sleep
I penetrate deep with murderous tactics
I'm raw like AIDS patients that are s**ually active
You don't tell the people that they f** what they contracted
I'll smack the top of your head and leave your body compacted
I impact the earth, causing worldwide emergency
You couldn't Face-Off with me during plastic surgery
I don't need to destroy you with the communist insurgency
I'll just look at you and leave you "Bleeding Internally"
[Hook] (x6)
Keepin' it raw
"Wanted by the law for..." - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta's "Verbal Glock"
[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
Immortal Technique and C-Rayz, two dark men
That use a mic to spark men like Phil Hartman
At point black or miles away like the greatest marksman
When the devil takes a human form, then I stomp men
From Chicago to Compton, New York to Boston (Boston)
Hitting automatically
Don't make me get on some record-label mentality
And start pimpin' every single member of your family
[Bridge]
"Wanted by the law" - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta's "Verbal Glock"
"Y'all got some last words" - [?]
"f** all y'all" - [?]
[Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz]
Son of a gun on punishment—my father was a strict 9
Spooked by the Tales of the Cryptkeeper inside
Opposite of MLK—I'm a violent brother
Slash your girl's best friend—call me "Diamond Cutter"
I freestyle like runaway slave olympics
Abstract regular, complex simplistics
Throwing stones at tanks—I rock heavy metal
Battle me, boy. I wish you would/wood like Geppetto
I'm fully dressed bu*t-naked, authentically faking
Earthquake-shaking like my wife's vibrations
WIndstorms hit like uncertain arrivals of [lizards?]
I stand close to walls like number four to blizzards
I smoke gats, save 'em to puff later. Gun clips
Sun spits with tremendous force like tongue bricks
Drop hot sh** like addicts of Tabasco and cajun
C-Rayz, Stronghold plague won blazing!
[Outro]
[Immortal Technique]
Keepin' it raw (x2)