Immortal Technique
Immortal Technique - Diabolical songtekst
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Oh ya'll motherfuckers thought it was over huh? But it's not. You didn't count on the fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you. Ya'll niggas ain't shit. Your producers ain't shit. Your fuckin A & R ain't shit. I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal. Yo, Diabolic. Take this motherfucker's head OFF! Go ahead and grip glocks I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots I'll watch you topple flat Put away your rings and holla back Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiver circuits By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches What you preach is worthless Your worship defeat the purpose Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service Beyond what ya'll fathom I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's 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 bluffin' Faggot, you're less than nothing I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me I'll resurrect 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 willll destroy your religion, you stupid bitch You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA challenger computer chips Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitabely Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me And the use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy This puppet democracy, brain washed, just psychology So you're nothing like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more faggots that Greek Mythology Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven Produces more digits than twenty-two divided by seven You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet Your mind is empty and spaceous Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture interracist Face it, you're too basic You're never gonna make it Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked