Immortal Technique - Top of the Food Chain (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Immortal Technique] + (Poison Pen) (Uptown, haha) Immortal Technique, Poison Pen We the top of the food chain motherf**er Stronghold in it, yo MC's are just figments of my imagination (tell 'em) They don't have to be dissed (tell 'em) I just stop thinkin about them (tell 'em!) And they cease to exist (tell 'em!) Don't get me pissed pussies [Hook: Poison Pen] Guzzling Easy Jesus while they squeezing ninas You better? Then please defeat us Ladies just tease and squeeze us—they pleased to meet us Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders My tongue mutilate modern English. I'm from the sideway heaters Always coming on your side as beepers It ain't no joke. Baby, the bell is broke Just holla out my window if you tryin' to reach us [Poison Pen] Poison Pen for you ballers and bammers Walk up in the spot, metal detectors went bananas (Stronghold!) It's Bronx swinging—give me dap ‘til my palm stinging Grab your b**h and make a p**n feature Come out your mouth? That's a nice shirt to bleed on We only use your wax to f**ing roll trees on (f**! f**! f**!) It's on your block, your street n***as so puss and they don't speak, they queef. When we run sh** We Stronghold sh**. I need a chain I can jump rope with And Bed-Stuy got 'em Word, I'm like Zeus without the eye problem Suge Knight without the bald spot [?] landmarks is chicken spots Even little tots got they eyes on your necklace My life is this flick—y'all are extras I dealt with more blocks than Tetris We perfectionists And wouldn't have it, any other way, yeah [Hook] [Poison Pen] Pen Pen n***a look good My flow's a couple of retarded n***as too dumb With an impact on hip-hop Like LL walkin into Def Jam screaming out BOX! [Immortal Technique] Immortal Technique, top of the food chain I'll split your wifey's head open, just to get me some brain I spit venomous thing with Poison Pen Destroy the sun and in eight minutes you'll never see day again Pray for your friends but me and God'll just laugh at you Tell you to shut the f** up, and rain acid on you Break down your molecules and spiritually damage you Haven't you got the picture yet? Motherf**ers like you Are easy to disrespect, cause you're only a thug When you on the internet you can't compare your dialect to Tech' Because you lack the chromos' I'm a Neo-Sapien, but y'all are still actin like h*mos [Hook] - replace "heaters" with "Ninas" in first line [Poison Pen] If you talk {​?}​ high, you get your mouth punched in Stronghold is my house n***a, greasy apartment My legions are foul, you eat he crapped out Ain't never seen no trees in my mouth Poison Pen magnitude eight-point-three The hottest sh** this side of the Gaza Strip Alongside many gangs in rap arouses That point and click without red browsers Look out it's the 80's all over again it seems Long hair, denim suits and big tanks, and glitz We don't look for hoes so they scoop us Tell your b**h to bring nothin to my crib but, p**y and a toothbrush And a camcorder, y'all could all relate They treat my nuts like imported grapes That's how it is at the, top of the food chain Poison Pen, Technique and - all y'all better take turns sleepin