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(feat. Immortal Technique) |
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[Intro: Akir] |
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Yeah, One Enterprises, Viper Records |
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Presents Akir, Immortal Technique |
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And this is "Treason" *************, uhh |
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[Immortal Technique:] |
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I'm not down with the conscious rap, or the Sambos |
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My flow is cancerous milk like Monsanto's |
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sold through the hood, in a package of murder |
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I'm like white people, get fired and back with a burner |
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Gauge 5 semi, with the infrared beams |
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So ************* the Ku Klux and the Combat-18 (************* y'all) |
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I put bullets in your spleen, sendin you to the grave |
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And through all that, a mother****** still get paid |
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And cause of that, some *************z can't stand me man (hahaha) |
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But that's the curse of the slave like Candyman (yeah) |
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House *************z that traded they soul to get ahead (jiggaboo!) |
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And then ****** over for placin they faith in the feds (snitch) |
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So while the government, talk about a mission to Mars |
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They leave the hood, stuck in a position to starve |
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Capitalism's a religion that makes Satan a god |
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And teaches self-righteous people to embrace a facade |
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[DP One scratches*: "Say what?"] |
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[Chorus x2: Akir + Immortal Technique] |
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It's a cut-throat business the way that we live |
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Born in the hood, tryin to see a better life for the kids |
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It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal |
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But it's treason, when you turn your back on your people |
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[DP One scratches: "Say what?"] |
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[Akir:] |
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Yo, yo, they be manipulatin, politicians delegatin |
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Task of perpetratin, sounds like Satan makin racist statements |
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of abomination, *************z pray to somethin sacred |
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Waitin for that force to save 'em, instead of savin |
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Movin destinations, property papers, waitin on your 40 acres |
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'til you old and ancient, swole or achin while the hole is gapin |
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To cake to make your way in |
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I pray to God but all the "Amens" in the world'll never make your aim win |
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Famous celebrity could fall off like lepracy, they tellin me |
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So I pay attention, ************* the envy and the jealousy |
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Y'all *************z could save, Akir's a latest rave |
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Saw me chillin on The Source page, fanbases span race |
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Complete with shorties that blaze, be revered in my old age |
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from rippin the stage, and even then from above when I wave |
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Throwin flowers on my grave, burnin sage |
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Sayin, "Thanks A, who made ways for freein the slaves," uhh |
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[Chorus] |
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[Immortal Technique:] |
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Immortal Technique, Indian chief, Lord Sovereign |
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Bear claw necklace and the puma moccasins |
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Legal money mother******, you could bring the coppers in |
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Cause I'ma take a *************t on 'em, without Johnny Coch-a-ran |
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Spittin Prometheus fire, when I speak to a liar |
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I'm the last of the Essenes that'll teach a messiah |
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Rip your heart out, with the technique of a Maya |
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Cause only snitches and Kanye speak +Through a Wire+ |
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[Akir:] |
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Freshest attire, speak with desire, close to the passion |
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I fall from Elijah, size up the evilest liars who think they conspire |
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Music qualify as paranoia, mental occupiers |
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Tight, like a pair of pliers, brain's fried up |
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And so I aspire to erase the pride, usin amplifiers |
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to inspire my people, we should hire |
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Like a lion fightin vampires tired on his way to Zion |
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Never expire, only retire when they call me Sire |
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[I.T.:] It's a cut-throat business the way that we live |
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[Akir:] Born in the hood, tryin to see a better life for the kids |
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[I.T.:] It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal |
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[Akir:] But it's treason, when you turn your back on your people, yo |
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[DP One scratches x2: "Say what?"] |
