[Verse 1]
I never make songs to disrespect women
Or to judge people about the way that they're living
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 telling me 'bout making a song
Come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong
Pissed off cause reality is making us strong
Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh making a bomb
'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the f** is going on
These rap n***as 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 blunt and your lighter
(sing that sh** n***a, right now)
[Hook X 2]
You played yourself thinking your down with me
I end your life n***a, don't f** 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 n***as spit with me
But Landspeed, you ain't f**ing sh** to me
And underground labels know that I don't trust you
You're only independent till you're major, so f** 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 you're 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 Scribble Jam?
Well f** you, I hope somebody you love dies, so f** your crew
And f** your family too, Technique's at it b**h
What the f** you gonna do?
[Hook X 2]
(Yeah, Wrap it up on these n***as, wrap it up, Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Immortal Technique incinerates degenerate f*gs
Burn Trent Lott, wrapped in his Confederate flag
I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag
So put the African slave j**elry in the bag
Motherf**ers tell me, that a diamond is forever
But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Medgar Evers?
House n***as 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 is getting sleepy
I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source
Like the Roman Legionnaire who stabbed Christ on the cross
This is about you, though; it ain't about Jesus
And you shouldn't f**ing talk about telekenesis
n***a please, moving sh** with your mind
Try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes
And next time, I'm coming after 'cualquiera', profanity
f**ing 'carajo maldita mierda'
Roll up the hierba, y pasala, para la izquierda'
Put the price up to listen to me pop sh**
Cause I got Martha Stewart giving me stock tips
Underground money with honeys up in the whip
Bangbus.com, n***a f**ing your b**h
Yeah, played yourself n***a
f** all ya, you don't know sh** about me
Why open ya mouth and discuss who the f** I am
I thought I told ya n***as on volume one, I wasn't f**ing around
You just slept, cuz you sold a few thousand units in the golden era
When n***as would buy anything on the shelf
But those days are through, and you are through with them