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 Voltron
Slash a Robeast 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, I'm a cannibal
My regiments salute me, haters wanna shoot me
Kool-aid in they veins, they lawyers try to sue me
You sell crack in rap, did a skid bid
Multiple baby mommas, take care of your kids
Guillotine rap, shackles on your neck
Chemical warfare where punchlines connect
Da Circle played the snipe, with Immortal Tech
They calling the Blok 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 off the petty
From undisclosed lo-cays, move fast for the cheddy
Arch don't 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's medley
Flow milky like the tits of a chick thats top heavy
The Technique's Immortal so Rebel Arms the regiment
Archs styles nicer than other rappers ever been
My canteens full from when the doc don't got medicine
Five star general, frontline veteran