Immortal Technique - Rebel Arms lyrics

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