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(Verse 1: Jean Grae) |
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I burn my bridges with a blow torch |
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A rebel born from verbal holocaust |
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Dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off |
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Swiftest stealth assassin snipe you from balcony shots |
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A terrorist position, professional from the opera box |
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Rhyme documents infamous like the Bill of Rights |
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Illa tight, havin' niggas open like the thrill of dykes |
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Jean Grae, Yakuza mass murderer |
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Friends who got the dirt on her |
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Foes who never heard of her |
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Wild Style, my mouth bomb the train up |
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I spit Krylon in five colors, when I speak I spray my name up |
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Split your wig up like Denny Bruce |
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Splash your remains and brains out |
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On the street like Henny and juice |
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Noose your neck and loosen your spine from back |
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Shift your spleen, rip 'til it's just obscene |
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From downtown swingin' it, New York, illest who rip it |
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Ever, flow like a river, fuck your girl like a nigga, what |
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(Scratches) |
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(Verse 2: Pumpkinhead) |
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I've been through hell and back, scars swell on my back |
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I spit bars, y'all spit repetitive raps |
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I'm a street dude who decided to rhyme, with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind and your spine |
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That's why y'all wanna bite my design |
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And that's why usually I hold the mic like a 9 |
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Pistol-whip you on the side of your eye, watch it pop out |
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We knock out cats and wipe the floors with their rocks out |
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Shocked now? Like you drivin' in a lightning storm |
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With the top down, we got this locked down |
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Like convicts on the run, gettin' shot down for phone time |
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We gainin' yards in the whole nine |
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See, me and Tech, we steadily building |
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And we about to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building |
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And all them niggas get mad when we step in the building 'Cause we make the crowd jump |
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And hit they head on the ceiling, what |
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(Scratches) |
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(Verse 3: Immortal Technique) |
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I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia |
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Bury competition like Mesopotamia |
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Emanatin' radiation, pissin' liquid uranium |
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I bring the rock like European drunks in soccer stadiums |
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I'll split your cranium with perfect symmetry, lyrically |
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If you're not the illest, then you don't deserve to spit with me |
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OBS-obliterating bastards sacrilegiously |
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I sacrifice niggas who talk shit, ritualistically |
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Meticulously makin' all my rivals suicidal |
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Like white suburban kids on acid, readin' the Satanic Bible |
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My arrival is genocidal like Christopher Columbus |
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Exterminatin' races of wack MC's that walk among us |
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I've just begun to bust, I'll make this place open candela |
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These racist cops wanna lock me longer then Nelson Mandela |
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Pissed off, I'm makin' hella paper, East to West Coast |
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And I treat the law in this country like a motherfuckin' joke |
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'Cause if I'm willin' to smoke the President |
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While he's sniffin' his coke |
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You know it don't mean shit to me to cut a fuckin' cop's throat |
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(Outro: Immortal Technique) |
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Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique |
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DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do! |
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{Sh, sh, sh, shit on the whole industry} |
