[Hook 1: DV Alias Khrist]
This game is cold, I told my broad I won't be coming home
I lost my job, I lost my mind, lost everything I own
The city got me f**ed up.. yo these pigs got me f**ed up..
Music on the radio is f**ed up, I hop in the truck and only want to feel the pain
[Hook 2: Chino XL]
Chino XL, and f** everybody else!
f** everybody else! f** everybody else!
Immortal Technique and f** everybody else!
f** everybody else! f** everybody else!
Psycho Realm and f** everybody else!
f** everybody else! f** everybody else!
Real lyricists and f** everybody else!
All my street soldiers STAND UP!
Arm yourselves!
[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]
What the f** happened to rap? I need to put my lyrical clip in
It's on homie, gun clapping is back
These pop acts make me wanna pop gats
This whole sh** is f**ed up coz radio just broadcast trash
Surround the wack, blast my semi-auto tracks
Launching deadly hollow caps and taking out the whack
And many follow that, swallow that...
I'll burn you vocal like a bottle Jack
You thought you had the streets coz I was gone
Well we just got ‘em back! Homie you can check my team
It's super ugly when you get us all together, Sick, Tech & Chi
This reign of terror won't end with me
I spawned a little psycho coz my baby momma kept that seed
Now I'mma take a little trip to these radio stations
Grab them punk a** DJs, wave guns in their faces
If they don't play my sh** then it's “Welcome to Hell”
Coz all we want is Immortal Tech, Chino & the Psycho Realm!
[Hook 1]
[Hook 3: Chino XL]
Immortal Technique and f** everybody else!
f** everybody else! f** everybody else!
Psycho Realm and f** everybody else!
f** everybody else! f** everybody else!
Chino XL and f** everybody else!
f** everybody else! f** everybody else!
Real lyricists and f** everybody else!
All my street soldiers STAND UP!
Arm yourselves!
[Verse 2: Chino XL]
Chino's ill, slap off your cosmetics
I arm myself like a veteran putting on prosthetics
My barbaric genetics bring pain
The only Revolution that you've ever seen is Prince's group in Purple Rain
Deranged monster is sponsored
You get sh** on and pissed on like Tila Tequila at a Juggalos concert
Ain't tryna be glamorous, hammers we snap like cameras
I'm f**in' intense like teenage camp councilors
Spit blood through your stereo, there we go, time for your burial
f*g n***as, after you rhyme say no hetero (hahaha)
My murderous sentences, no secrets where my weapons is
Locked in the closet next to pop rappers' s**ual preferences
Amber alert, your girl's mouth ran away with my kids
If you're sick then I should be diagnosed with three days to live
You slip I kidnap you and give you a mean d**h
Beat you with your Blackberry till there's barely a screen left
Jack and Tech my dawgs like Andrés in the Philippines
My mistress is villainy, rape and pillage ‘em lyrically
My symphony's sinfully biblically loved by k**ers
Who gives a f** who's the greatest rapper alive as-long as Chino's the illest!
[Hook 1]
[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
f** a silent Revolution, soldier, I'm on the warpath
I'll throw my commandments down on your platinum calf
You'll get your face slashed like a Rikers Island reminder
Behind ya snipers will find ya whether you run to China
Or try to crawl the f** back in your mother's vagina, (b**h!)
And I don't need a f**in' co-signer (hahaha)
To murder ga**ed up underground n***as like coal miners
Bring it back paying homage to the old timers
I was bred as a carnivore, bred as a cannibal
Flow sicker than pictures of people f**in' animals
Like a car crash ripped in half neck to the crotch
Muthaf**as scared to stare but they secretly watch
n***as wanna play Shaytan? Well let's get it on
I fire missiles like the f**in' sh** that hit the Pentagon
You not strong enough to do a song with me I'm the truth
Like Tina Turner motherf**er, you'll get raped in a booth!
[Hook 1]
[Hook 3]