Immortal Technique - The Rebel lyrics

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Immortal Technique - The Rebel lyrics

---------------------- Immortal technique The Rebel The Mic planet Sessions Written by: Kyle K ---------------------- Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa (this is how it goes) for the head warmers, y'know wut I mean..this is for my peoples..insomniac I can't sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo, ayo (yea) Im a rebel that'll fire missles at red dawn but before I issue the order to send bombs, I want presidential money like execs at n'ron and goldiggin p**n chicks for me to spend on But Im'a only pay for 1 night stay at the Ritz I wont even get you a towel when I spray on your tits, Im not a misogynist I just like it when gurls are ma**agin this so pop sh** And Im'a smoke you and your b**h momz Im ambidextrist the microphone cause switch palms Immortal Technique phsychotic n***a to spit calm misinterpreted by the media like Islaam I love the underground but not enuough chicks in a thong what the f** how could beautiful women be wrong? Tech load clips like they were hits from the bong that was supposed to be the end of the song but its not the freestyle got me stuck in the zone I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot But Im'a shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain like the military did to the fourth terrorist plain that was ill but shut the f** up and let me explain what good is fame and flossan when you stuck in a coffin? and who the f** you gonna run to when i make you an orphan? Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could never be ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry Cry blood and i bleed venom never subliminal clear with the message im sending bending the space-time continuum Just to get to you and blast you so hard itll k** the person next to you So in retrospect remember and dont f**in forget yall are walkin dead people yall just dont know it yet! Yea...yea n***a..its on...you know wut time it is.. im out...harlem n***a.....this is for all the devils.. I'm commin in here to take your head off.