Immortal Technique - f**ed Up for life lyrics

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Immortal Technique - f**ed Up for life lyrics

[intro: Rok One] Platinum Ice! Y'all don't hate on big next Y'all don't hate on big next Cause if you do you'll get f**ed up You'll get f**ed up for life Y'all don't hate on rok one Y'all don't hate on rok one Cause if you do you'll get f**ed up You'll get f**ed up for life [Verse 1: Rok One] I spit the type of sh** that makes cats throw in the the towel The type of sh** that makes it hard to hold in your bowels And I go to war like Colon Powell And shoot my flows straight and narrow the glow holds through your bone marrow Poison arrows rip through your clothes and apparel I couldn't care if you rocked more gold than a pharaoh Or more ice than Hova You tyin' to fight this soldier its no dice son your life is over I'm like a bullet lodged in your right shoulder You f** around and come up missing like Mulder I bring beef with a side of fries and a soda You're outta here go on peace nice to know ya My flow unleashed is like ammonia and bleach and I'm Prone to defeat an opponent that's weak Son I ain't in this for the love I'm in this so I can eat And if you rappers try to stop me than you gonna get beat So you can test me and fail with embarra**ment I'm white but you're the one who pales in comparison Let it be known even tho I ain't got brown skin tone I get stupid on tracks it's like I have downs syndrome Plus an extra chromosome to boost my vocal tone You think you're living large I'm overgrown like a mobile home Y'all get broken bones actin like you totin' chrome Bro please your whole steez is full of gay overtones Y'all don't fool me with those thug references We both know what your s**ual preference is Your true colors showing through about as loud as pink Can't even join a boy band cause you out of sync Here's what happens when you can't spit without a drink Or when you let hot 97 tell you how to think A cat like me gets in that a** about as fast as you blink Man I could make reformed felons run back to the clink Sometimes I feel as if I should be facing the shrink Because for me k**ing emcees is just a basic instinct I'll take on any specimen whether white black or Mexican Bring on the best of em I'll have you all bleeding estrogen The sickest cat that you heard in your life I jacked the f**ing vocal booth and murdered the mic Ya'll should call me Berkowitz cause no challenge is iller You're f**ing with a 44 raw caliber k**er A rap valedictorian with the strength of 40 men You couldn't stop me if you hopped in a Delorean And went back in time and prevented my folks from meeting Cause Rok's one emcee you verbal slowpokes ain't beating Bring it! [Bridge: Rok One] Y'all don't hate on rok one Y'all don't hate on rok one Cause if you do you'll get f**ed up You'll get f**ed up for life [Immortal Technique] Y'all don't hate on Technique Cause i'll take you're drivers license And i'll k** the oldest and youngest person at that f**ing address [Verse 2: Immortal Technique] Some stupid n***as dont care about going to prison As long as they got another dumb n***a to go with em But I'm beyond that rhythm cause it ain't my steez I'm out for the foreign bank accounts with the swiss cheese To support a foundation for underground emcees Trying to abolish slavery enforced by record companies Destroy the bourgeois disease of overseas monopolies Grieving the industry mercenaries attempt to be clocking me But they don't understand I'm revolution there ain't no stopping me Until even people in other dimensions are boppin to me Including every entity in every f**ing galaxy I rhyme beyond frequency to reach the powers that be And hold God to his promise in Malachi chapter 3 I wrote J's with Z's but I'm not a Rockefeller Even with a laser guided scope you can't see me like Helen Keller I've giving 30 year old b**hes they grew back like they were stellar But when I'm on the west coast my style is hella nice Cause I write books on papyrus with the blood of Christ And leave your body split like genetically spliced mice I'm nicer than receiving ice for your anniversary Me and the mic go back like motherf**ers who met in nursery You have no type of effect when you spit a verse at me Like a b**h whose face I nutted on trying to curse at me Cause I crucified my adversaries mercilessly Murdered counter-revolutionaries personally Imagine that, ima smoke a n***a workin with me? Imagine me catchin a record executive jerkin me Break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury There ain't no lyrical torture on the earth that's worse than me Most emcees are a plague on humanity like a disease Fake thugs fake pimps fake playas and G's That I'll crumble like self defeating racist ideologies