[Intro: Immortal Technique]
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Yeah, The worst thing you could try to do, Is rush a good thing.
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Revolution is inevitable, you stupid mothafuckas
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Immortal Technique, Boot Camp Clik, trainin¡¯ troops
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In the hoods and the schools, you wanna know why? (why?)
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[Verse]
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My militant mind designed to seek and find
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The truth that¡¯s buried beneath the debris and lies
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I analyze enemies and the friends disguised
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Stay wild to them guys claimin¡¯ Mafia ties
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Y¡¯all really don¡¯t wanna be down with this thing of ours
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Big cowards since George Bush demolished the towers
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I¡¯m in the hood where the good still battle for power
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It¡¯s a revolution, every gangsta born every hour
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[Verse}
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In this thug life mothafucka, ride to the ground
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I got the power off the leader, follow we gunnin¡¯ them down
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With just one word there¡¯s chaos and riots in the street
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Y¡¯all make DVD¡¯s on rappin¡¯ wit beef?
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I grind diligent, my mind militant
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Cuz you can¡¯t make dollars wit 5 cents
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I got flags on my necks now, tats on the face
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Don¡¯t fuck with the Feds, already beat a case
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[Chorus] (Scratches Sample)
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{Sample 2x}
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¡°I keep a tech nine in my dresser¡±
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[Verse]
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The revolution shall be televised
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Enter the stage and see the mind state of a rebel while
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I¡¯m reloadin, bombs explodin
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Niggas holdin¡¯ body jars so I¡¯m off jokin¡¯
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So I, got serious, see my experience?
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I never play around, I¡¯m layin ¡®em down flat, period.
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Act like you not hearin¡¯ it, and shots yell
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I recruit heads like Beirut in jail cells
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Put the plan in effect, demandin respect
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I eat more when with this Technique brandishin techs
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Heart of steel, niggas see that God is forreal
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In bifocals, my vocals put the hard and kill
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Steven Seagal, ain¡¯t nobody breathin tomorrow
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When you step to me, the day boy leavin ¡®em gone
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I¡¯m on another level, higher than most I tell you
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You can¡¯t fuck around seats and ???, ya now rebel
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[Chorus] (Scratches)
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{Samples}
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¡°Shit get outta hand I got a tech in the trunk¡±
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¡°Mothafucka!¡±
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¡°This ain¡¯t a game, gon¡¯ be in it for life¡±
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¡°I kick it hardcore so these critics tryna ban me¡±
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¡°Hand me a nine and I¡¯ll defeat foes¡±
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¡°Shit get outta hand I got a tech in the trunk¡±
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¡°Motha fucka!¡±
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¡°This ain¡¯t a game, gon¡¯ be in it for life¡±
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¡°Bring heavy ammunition so you don¡¯t have to run¡±
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¡°Im waivin automatic gu-gu-guns¡±
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[Verse]
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I say what other rappers wish they could about the government
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Pretend to not know me, but on the low they lovin¡¯ it
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So get money but don¡¯t forget who you fuckin wit¡¯
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The streets carry me like the Hebrew Arc of the Covenant
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Respect is hard to earn but freedom is harder to get
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Cops are the illest gang, the S.W.A.T. Team will slaughter your set
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They say we¡¯re too serious, that¡¯s just part of our flesh
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Cuz we¡¯ll dance on ya fuckin grave and party to death
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House party in the hood, fuck the Patterson nigga
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I roll deeper than Peruvians in Padison nigga
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The automatic will bring panic to the aristocratic , ecstasy addicts,
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And little fuckin industry faggots
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Rappers got publicists like the mob
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Wit¡¯ no show jobs
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Tryin¡¯ to front like you put work up in the street?
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Boot Camp Clik, Immortal Technique
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On some thug shit, choke you to sleep
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Cursin the rhyming scene, I¡¯m bangin on the Feds in Medina
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With the flow that expose America like Katrina
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Behind doors they talk like Nixon, Mark Furman, and Mel Gibson
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But I¡¯ll fuck that crowd up like the Pistons
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But I been like that since Robert Downy Jr. was sniffin
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Since 50 Cent¡¯s mom was cookin crack in the kitchen
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I¡¯m stackin guns like they stackin up niggas in prison
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But the most important thing we have against the system?
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(Sample 2x)
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¡°Our military mind nigga (yeahh)
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Our military mi-mi-mind¡±
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¡°Cuz I explode, and my nine is easy to load¡±
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Military Minded
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Immortal Technique |