Immortal Technique - Razor Blade d**h Sticks lyrics

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique] Yeah P, yeah You don't want to f** with me, up in the cyph' I'll make you go the f** home and rethink your life We're on a mission tonight, sick with the flow Underground paper chase, flipping the dough Immortal Technique sits on a throne of bones That belong to little kids that were stolen from home My open-air concerts are destroying the ozone Creating tumors on the side of your head like cell-phones You motherf**ers are clones, but I'm the original The prototype for the most psychotic individuals Clinical studies prove that f**ing with me can be bloody I used to keep a straight razor in the back of my cubby Now i em on me to scarface you and your buddy I can look into your soul whether you hate me or love me That's why i think some of the most beautiful people are ugly Corrupted by money, drowning in a bottle of bubbly It's because of me that your army retreats in disgrace Your people love you but not enough to die in your place I use Chinese philosophies to murder the case The sound of one hand clapping, is my gat in your face Your foundation got cracks in the base like a dope fiend Choking your broken dreams in a spy-hunter smoke screen I got no respect, raw dog stoking your queen Jerking off while I'm laughing because my jokes are obscene None of your team can measure up to the sh** that i'm spitting ?...scriptin' to composition Golden shower your girl because i don't got a pot to piss in Tech, Mac Lethal, El-P stay on the mission (ha,ha,ha) So shut the f** up and listen