(feat. Chino XL, Crooked.I)
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[Intro]
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This is the Invasion!
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The Evil Genius Green Lantern!
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Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World"
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(It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop)
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You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh?
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Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
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(Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots)
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[Chorus: Immortal Technique]
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Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
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Lick shots for the revolution
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Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
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But watch, where the fuck you shootin
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Yo where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
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Where the fuck you niggaz aimin at?
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Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
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This is only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah
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[Immortal Technique]
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Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been realer
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Volume 2 shot up the president like a gorilla
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New York police state capital tried to swallow me
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Locked me longer than Puerto Rico been a colony
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Thirteenth Amendment slavery property
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And now they signin rappers that promote their philosophy?
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Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not Republican
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That's just the white motherfuckers that own the publishin
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And get the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
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I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn
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Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
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Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!)
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You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad
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But a holy war, is a conversation with God
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You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand
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Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man
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Shootin each other, shootin your brother
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Aim the gun at the right motherfucker
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and leave him colder than the prison in Russia
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or America's white power structure
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Niggaz love to say "Fuck revolution!"
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Until the jury comin and move for the prosecution
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And them brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton
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Forgot about the bullshit music they was producin
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But my niggaz aim precisely, through the confusion - AND
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[Chorus]
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[Crooked.I]
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I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
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Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
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I'm runnin through the city - dear God
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If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
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Somebody told me glim back as the plan's over
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See ya, time to let him see a damn soldier
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Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
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Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter
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This is my gangsta religion
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See I aim with precision, point blank the position
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I'm black as them ancient Egyptians
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Before European historians went and changed the description
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I'm blamed for the 'caine in the kitchen
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The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
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Listen, you dudes better watch the hook
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I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa look
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They wanna get rid of this conscious crook
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Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book
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But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
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America don't care for its inner city youth - so I
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[Chorus]
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[Chino XL]
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Puerto Rican superhero!
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Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner
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Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
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He flirted with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust
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Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus
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I must, take aim when I lick shots
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Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
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These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell
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Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
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My temper 'bout to break like levees in New Orleans
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Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
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Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the blue and the red
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Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his head
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Y'all don't lick shots like killers aimin at the Feds
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Y'all lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead
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Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
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Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the bees
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Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortal Tech'
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Kill shit like the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
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And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jeweler
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BLAP, BLAP! I shoot t |