Immortal Technique - Belignorant lyrics

Yeah.. Poison Pen, Stronghold, Diabolic Teach <--(?) out to Immortal Technique DJ Static ?? this baby Pick Your Poison, Who's The Master We coming for yall muthaf**az... [Verse 1 - Immortal Technique:] Immortal Technique n***a, I'm back with a vengeance I put you on parole, you won't get to finish your sentence The prognite stick beat-down will be relentless From Iraqi trenches, to the park benches You don't want drama, my n***as is like piranhas That'll leave your momma looking like the Central Park jogger Rolling a blunt, in a Pakistani cave with Osama While they walk you on the phone with Bush and his father Ya'll muthaf**az don't know what belignorant is We mad at the world like illegitimate kids Slap you up, Harlem style, and spit on your whizz Punch a hole in your chest and rip out your ribs So don't talk sh** p**y, just see me in person I bleed you for certain, n***a I believe you was cursing Rehearsing your battle verses and talking reckless You better stay in a place that got metal detectors b**h, you don't hit switches, you switch s**es f** Jacob The Jeweller, I gave your mom a pearl necklace Write with a Poison Pen, this sh**'s infectious Wicked like a catholic bishop without repentance b**hes who like bougy attention, I don't need I stay in the hood, like n***as that don't read Technique and Diabolic'll put you in a hospital Unplugging your f**in' life-support module [Verse 2 - Diabolic:] Yo, Diabolic, I laugh at life d**h and anguish And stay talkin' sh** like it's my second language I drink away my stress with a case of Mic's <--(?) Takin' more shots than 50's face and chest Burnin' haze unless I'm out, sparkin' the chocolate Drunk stage diving, startin' a mosh-pit Part of my logic's dodging maisonic lodges Or plottin' to stop in with a Glock and rob it Unlock the knowledge, human sacrifice While they movin' satellites with zoom-in camera sight I lose my appetite, confused and mad at life Actin' cool 'till I act a fool and smash your wife Belignorant, down to my mug-shot and fingerprints Honestly, I don't give a f** what you think of it Go figure it, a scumbag on a preacher's frequency I leave the reaper sleepin' peacefully for even peekin' in [Verse 3 - Poison Pen:] Yeah, I'm a bohemuth, a goon with brains Wildin' out, just romp a room <--(?) A gang stoppin' the fool who can't gut a mouth <--(?) Old train is null and void It's a no-brainer, we them Gully <--(?) Boys Get a grip prick, I care about what With a brick fist, push it with hair in the duck poison puff <--(?) Don't think the man should I would do that dope smoke, while the trees so damn good It's a reflex, I leave a legacy I'm Brooklyn like the D Steps, flash ?? Snatch begets, this hatchet that I got Order ??, or trashcan <--(?) while they grab their neck I ain't no gansta rapper, I'm a rapper that's gangsta We make cadavers out of your favorite ba*tards There's so much p**y 'round here, I don't know who to blast It's kind of strong, it'll leave you kind of f**ed Yo there's ?? of us, I say ?? too much I don't writes raps on loosely, playbook Since I got my side contager, why use paper Yo I come to your town (knuckle you up) Then knuckle you down (throw your hood up) I'll burn your hood down, do not try it We can re-inact it the ?? ?? I grab my gloves, hit the block with straight ground hood n***as You in the club, puffin' co*k, straight grind on n***as Your flow, got a lot of f*g in it So I got flammable Bibles with a rag in it I'm a Frugu <--(?) dude, ha you know that I'll cop a dozen tomorrow, save for 2012 And front like it's the dough bad <--(?) You know that when I rock it <--(?) you hear that Rocky theme music What they bop to is Mr. Soapy Clean music, b**h Boy why ya scared, cause I'm 'bout to ?? ?? ?? And we weigh 300 plus, or four of y'all mothaf**as is like one of us, dudes One day or another, I'mma find you, I'mma getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha One day or another, I'mma find you, I'mma getcha