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









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