Immortal Technique

Immortal Technique - The Rebel lyrics

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Immortal technique

The Rebel

The Mic planet Sessions

Written by: Kyle K

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Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa

(this is how it goes) for the head warmers, y'know wut I mean..this is 

for my peoples..insomniac I can't sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo, 

ayo (yea) 



Im a rebel that'll fire missles at red dawn 

but before I issue the order to send bombs, 

I want presidential money like execs at n'ron 

and goldiggin porn chicks for me to spend on 



But Im'a only pay for 1 night stay at the Ritz 

I wont even get you a towel when I spray on your tits, 

Im not a massaginist I just like it when gurls are 

massagin this so pop shit 



And Im'a smoke you and your bitch momz 

Im ambidextrist the microphone cause switch palms 

Immortal Technique phsychotic nigga to spit calm 

misinterpreted by the media like Islaam 



I love the underground but not enuough chicks in a thong 

what the fuck how could beautiful women be wrong? 

Tech load clips like they were hits from the bong 

that was supposed to be the end of the song 

but its not the freestyle got me stuck in the zone 



I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot 



But Im'a shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain 

like the military did to the fourth terrorist plain 

that was ill but shut the fuck up and let me explain 



what good is fame and flossan 

when you stuck in a coffin? 

and who the fuck you gonna run to when i make you an orphan? 



Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could never be 

ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy 

my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry

 

Cry blood and i bleed venom 

never subliminal clear with the message im sending 

bending the space-time continuum 



Just to get to you 

and blast you so hard itll kill the person next to you 



So in retrospect remember and dont fuckin forget 

yall are walkin dead people yall just dont know it yet! 



Yea...yea nigga..its on...you know wut time it is..

im out...harlem nigga.....this is for all the devils..

I'm commin in here to take your head off.
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