Immortal Technique - Crimes of the Heart lyrics

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Immortal Technique - Crimes of the Heart lyrics

(Verse 1) I turned 21 in prison, locked up at night Now I walk around free, it seems like another life Another role with some other dice Another ho or a loving wife People come and go Some really you never know Intellectual midgets that really never grow Fake love that hangs on like, can I hold you though? With no friends that look at you like, yo, yeah I told you so A toast to the broken hearted, who never finished what they f**ing started People who go out and try to be a rebel at night Who try to make up for the fact that they settled in life It's like a fight between the devil and christ over the limelight Spiritual celebrity poker, but the whole deck is full of jokers And every year that you get older, the stakes get higher Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars Real talk cos the real New York is the pain and the suffering of lost love Staring off into the distance of the mist in the club Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide And the struggle inside yourself that keeps you alive Surviving medicated, stalked by sobriety The life you live now, tortured by memories violently I pray inside of me that one day you can be forgiven For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in (Verse 2) Love doesn't need a complicated metaphor And sometimes, nothing even needs to be said at all Sometimes the person you with is not your one and only And you just f** with them 'cause your afraid to be lonely And when you come back, it's too late So you overcompensate like victims of rape for the self hate Lost in the affection of strangers around you Instead of the only person who ever gave a f** about you Thought you were happy, so you didn't come check me But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly You conveniently realized that you could never forget me And tried to crawl back in my life, unexpectedly These are my indictments of those who claim to be righteous And leave a trail of broken hearts on they way to enlightenment But I can't give in to hatred and pa** judgment Even towards every illusion I've been in love with Cause the heart that betrays itself willingly Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability It's so seductive to be cold and corrupted And isolated, trying to be an independent republic But liberty, to be loved on the surface is worthless The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption Cursing at god, desperately trying to get his attention What you thought it was over? This aint over till we say its over mother f**er Ey yo Tech, what do you think about the rap game right about now? Its all bullsh** you know that I know that, Hey come along with me man well have a budget I didnt get into this for that. Well thats all there is If thats all there is Ive been wasting my mother f**en time with you Yeah yeah uh (Verse 1 - Immortal Technique) The game is polluted with rappers that are really snitches And most DJs are nothing but industry b**hes And we don't got no mansion or riches But we got guns and knives and your children's pictures And everybody loses in war, but you lose more What do you think we brought back the Panthers and the Zulu for? Immortal, witch doctor, made himself a voodoo doll For every motherf**er that fronted that I can recall f** the industry, don't call me, you can't get with me I leave n***as hanging, like Mississippi RBG to the last drop of blood in my body Or the feds drag me away, like a Tsunami But Ill be back, like a fresh body bag from Iraq Like a Baltimore slum, during the resurgence of crack Brown and black, like the AK I keep in the strap While we waiting on the next stock market collapse (Verse 2 - Fatz Da Assa**in) Territorial oratory editorial f** around Ill be the cause of your lifes memorial I write wraps territorial east coast porters too Never crossing borders still I will coastally slaughter you Im better than all of you, vendettas be mauling you You talking cheddar, Im a shredder, Ill sever it off of you I never remorse for you, no letters endorsing you Pole position in the coffin is what is costing you The Caucus bosses, who control the fortunes too The mortgages of a cultural loss through and through But its the Rebel Arms, Gods speed with devils charm The b**h made gets switch blades in every arm And this way we ix-nay on any harm Cuz snakes play and fakes lay like hidden bombs We march in unison , the souls is true within Eternal mission with sh**, a lifetime of doing it (Verse 3 - Goodtime Slim) Stronghold said it, whoop yo b**h a** with batons The rebel arms swarm inform like Vultron Slash your old beats you heard the Mark of the East Running through cop land screaming f** the Police Hormones in the water, they acting out of order Like a pack of rabid wolves, they lambs for the slaughter Crush your mandible rip the drums like animal Eat MCs, they my own kind, Im a cannibal My regimens solute me, haters wanna shoot me Kool-aid in they veins, they lawyers try to sue me You sell crack in rap, did a scidd bid Multiple baby mommas, take care of your kids Guillotine rap, shackles on your neck Chemical warfare where punch lines connect Da Circle played the snipe, with Immortal Tech They calling the block governor to drag em off the set (Verse 4 - J. Arch) Rebel Arms out for supremacy and move non gimmicky Related to royalty on each trip you mention me Twist bars illishly, rebel against the infantry Get more than your feet wet when I make you a memory Cats not ready because they commercially industry I make house calls on those afraid to visit me Disrespect? I smash your off the petty From undisclosed low case fast for the chetty Arch dont break dance, yet I rock steady I jump on your scope to prove your aim not deadly My shot to the top is like Mickey and Mal Smently Flow milky like the tits of a chick thats top heavy The Techniques Immortal so Rebel Arms the regiment Archs styles nicer than other rappers ever been My canteens full from when the doctor got medicine Five star general, frontline veteran Invasion baby, This aint a f**en game you think we playing Immortal Technique Oh yeah dont forget Revolutionary Vol. 3 coming soon Youre not worthy, you sons of b**hes