(Immortal Technique)
Yeah...
Its Harlem.. (ahahaa)
Tellin' you the other side of the story (yeah!)
Its that serious (let these muthaf**as know!)
The peoples souls are dirty, unworthy
Your words of salvation are murder capital
Clappin' you on random occasions
In the hood the good die young cause d**h is impatient
The laws are manufactured by one religious denomination
Its fate that I spit, sick psychotic an*logies
This is a world where n***as pimp the children and their family
The beast and the false prophet, move closer gradually
Unforgivable sins, satanic bestiality
You got the muthaf**in nerve to point your finger mad at me
Cause' I select to put the world in perspective for clarity
Street hustle ghetto salary, grammatically perfect
Now f** soundscan, my sound make your faculty nervous
Selfish and worthless, placin' they faith in partisan churches
And too self-righteous to look beyond the curses
So I made it my purpose to purchase space in your brain
And flood the f**in border with Peruvian c**aine!
While they engineer diseases tryna leave you dead again
Corporate strategy, the profit producing the medicine
My flow is human evolution, savage to elegant
Run up on a n***a, like a military regiment
co*kin' the gat, lock and load, poppin a cap
Making your stomach acid splatter out a hole in your back
Cold on the track, the soul I hold is older than rap
So I can the evil and sh**ty people across the map (hahahaa)
You thought I wouldn't see you for the devil you are
Fake muthaf**as turn around, tryna be stars
Turn their back on those who used to be fam
Over short money, type you get hustling grams
f** outta here'
And when your record label wanna hold your masters, publishing and manage your marketing budget its like...
And when your peeps come home from prison, and can't get a job, then gotta do the same sh**, that was the same sh** that got them locked up in the first place its like...
And we got our true promoters that put a f**in gun in a mixtape DJ's mouth just to get him to play a f**in record that you pressed up yourself and no one else is helping you with, its like..
Yeah.. The people are sh** (f** y'all)