Immortal Technique - Fullest Extent lyrics

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Immortal Technique - Fullest Extent lyrics

Termanology] Ayo, I try to relax, max chill with my kid Still cats getting shot in front of my crib I try to chill, think "man this ain't no way to live" So I don't trip, I dip but I ain't afraid of sh** Cats get it twisted cause' I don't call it goons Like I can't have my cousin see your mothers room I ain't a soft dude, like some a**ume I got a gully crew and they got a hundred tools I been tellin yall cats its a hundred j**els I'm from the boneyard crews with a hundred dudes I been paying dues, doing shows and mixtapes, sh** But still my click sprays sh** Lot of cats lookin at me like the clique ain't sh** But we still up in the hood with them radio spins Do you know what its like for you to have fame But your life ain't change, not a dollar to your name? I bang, so I'm back where the stick-up kids rob chains Where you get shot for a pair of Lebron James I got them long things, and they all bang But I ain't tryna turn your night to a long day You might be the one if I got the right aim It might be your son if I got the wrong aim And that's the raw thing, you wanna think about So you better think it out, before you rob the wrong chain [King Magnetic] (Official verse lyrics) Rap got me hustling, strappin the gun again Blast if they comin in, wrath of the government Laugh til republicans, taxing our publishing Mask if you bubbling, asking you once again To pa** off the f**ing rent - brothers is broke Never ate with a phony - can't stomach the hoax Coming too close to d**h, I ain't tryin to wig My mixtape's sponsored by Coke, without the f**in IronPigs Allentown native surrounded by labor Haters that neighbor the cradle plus the craver of craters Invading til we raided or graduating to weighing weight Debating on waiting or taking garbage until your straight, (thats right) Hold your breath for me, lay you down on a stretcher seat When I'm really tryin to vent like a skecher sneak Until they wrestle me for vesting in that recipe All I had left was three, so these muthaf**as ain't stressin me [Immortal Technique] Break it down... When you talk revolution n***as take it the wrong way Think you on some Gandhi sh** starving in Bombay Till you flood their city with heat like it was Pompeii Have you singing like K-Ci, Jo Jo, and DeVante, (snitch) Wanna f** your life up? here's the recipe n***a; Try some crystal meth and h**n and ecstasy n***a Or you could just try f**ing ride next to me n***a Bullet trajectory you'll hit the ground eventually n***a Listen, look at your position, is your destiny written? Is it really free-will that you're given? Or a choice from one of gods infinite decisions? I don't need any given religion, its state driven Snake Plissken escape from New York to spread the sickness Unforgiven baron wasteland apocalyptic I've indictably scripted everything futuristic So now to the fullest extent is how I live sh**