Immortal Technique - In The Trenches lyrics

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Immortal Technique - In The Trenches lyrics

[Hook: Immortal Technique] We in the trenches, on the offensive Runnin' through machine gun fire and barbed wire fences Muthaf**as say that violence is senseless But so is getting slaughtered when you caught up defenceless We in the trenches, on the offensive Runnin' through machine gun fire and barbed wire fences, (Rebel Armz!) Like the Viet Cong back with a vengeance Your life is worthless but war is expensive [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] I'm like the spirit of the slave trade, follow the route Why the f** you think them hurricanes tear through the south? And the Mid-Atlantic, starving the frantic Stranded, abandoned, but I'm branded the hand of God So I stand in command of the answer for radiation driven cancer Tuskegee and the way that they murdered the Panthers Back-up dancers for proposition 187 But my counter-proposition is a one eighty seven I'll put a bounty on the head of a racist reverend And drag his body through the streets on September 11th My presence is like a Pentagon produced earthquake Forced abortion to control the birth-rate Planned incarceration with test scores from the 4th grade New world order just completed the fourth stage But before I ever surrender to the law I'll turn this sh** into Haiti, in 1794! [Hook X2] [Verse 2: J Arch ] Now, respect I demand that, do your history Give the Indians and Africans they land back Bustin' my a**, while the man stand back, for minumun wage Nah, I just don't understand that My sk** level way beyond collegiate Capsize the boat and make the pa**engers sea sick Smooth with that street sh**, moons(?) who's I be with Taking back what's ours like the people of Egypt Rebel arms representer I pledge my allegiance No matter how I do it I break through their defense f** a false pretense or sensitive a** meanings Germany getting nice on America's current events North Korea nukes in the morning headlines for the evenings We all cool as f**, but they don't want to see us breathing By the time she on the moon (?) check to see if they receive it Madman militant it's strategic [Hook X2] [Verse 3: Hasan Salaam ] This isn't just drums and rhythm, this is guns and ammunition When its sung, redrum for the system Let the slugs rumpapum, get it buck when you listen Anarchist cookbook, I got the heat in the kitchen Act up and wind up using a tube for the pot that you piss in Sundiata spittin, yeah I rock for tradition I'm a man on a mission like Clarence 13 Or the great Saladin leading the Mujahideen Make moves like Kasparov, with a sawed-off and Molotov Flows synonymous with the kickback of a Kalashnikov Mossberg Upanishads, punishing your promenade Like Arch Duke Ferdinand BONG in front your entourage Rebel Armz firing squad, lugers to bazookas Minds balanced with the talents of Larry Davis & Lumumba Laying grounds for the future, Cairo on the 25th All power to the people when that 5th Column spits