Immortal Technique
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[Immortal Technique Speaking] Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh? Well, it's not. You didn't count on the fallen angel getting back into the graces of God and coming after you. Y'all niggaz ain't shit. Your producers ain't shit, your fucking A&R ain't shit, I fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal Yo, Diabolic, TAKE THIS MOTHERFUCKERS HEAD OFF! [Diabolic] Go ahead and grip glocks, I'll snap ya trigger finger in 6 spots You'll have to liplock with hypodermic needles to lick shots I watch you topple flat, put away ya rings and holla back Can't freestyle? You screwed off the top like bottle caps Beneath the surface, I'm overheating your receiving circuits By unleashing deeper verses than preists speak in churches But your preach is worthless, your worship defeats the purpose Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service Beyond what y'all fathom, shit on cats and jaw tap 'em Show no "cum-passion" like havin a strait-faced orgasm Tour jack him, have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friends dick In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist Diabolic, a one-man brigade spreading Cancer Plague Fist-fucking a pussy's face holding a hand grenade So if I catch you bluffing, faggot, you less than nothing I just had to get this stress off my chest like breast reductions [Immortal Technique] You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me I'll ressurect every aborted baby and start an army Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms Immortal Technique will destroy your religion, you stupid bitch You faker than blue eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily I'm like time itself, I'ma kill you inevitably Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Gerome's niece I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy This puppet democracy, just brainwashed psychology So you're nothing like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology Using numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7 You like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect You never killed a cop, you not a motherfucking thug yet Your mind is empty and spacious Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in racists Face it, you're too basic, you not going to make it Like children walking through Antartica, butt naked