['elizabeth' movie intro]
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I'm content to die for my beliefs
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So cut off my head and make me a martyr
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The people will always remember it
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"no. they will forget"
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A man who walks with god, can walk anywhere
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Hence... I fear nothing
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[Immortal technique - verse 1]
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The point of guerilla war, is not to succeed
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It's always been just to make the enemy bleed
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Deprivin' the soldiers of the peace of mind that they need
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Bullets are hard to telegraph when they bob and they weave
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The only way a guerilla war can ever be over
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Is when the occupation, can't afford more soldiers
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Until they have to draft the last of you into the service
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And you refuse cause you don't see the purpose
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The only way to counter the insurgents that are well-equipped
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Is to paint the people fighting for freedom as terrorists
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Then find a faction lookin' for foreign investments
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You stall them with power and murder any objections
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You can't stop a revolution from breathin'
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So to beat 'em they offer people the illusion of freedom
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But when you're done dreamin' and wake up, tortured for treason
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Then you can see them, hidin' behind the god they believe in
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[Chorus]
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Deep in the trenches in the heart of a war
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That's the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it's on)
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During the night before the start of the dawn
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That's the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it's on)
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When the gunshots are rainin' in the heart of a storm
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That's the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it's on)
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Guerilla war when the army is gone
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That's the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it's on)
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[Verse 2]
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The purpose of life is a life with a purpose
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So I'd rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless
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I don't need the circus or the day of national observance
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I need you to think for you and stop being a servant
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Pawns only move a square in the game that they're used in
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And realise it too late, like the shootin' of huey newton
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Or patrice lumumba and salvador allende
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Slaughter by the power hungry branches of their own gente
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Ghandi wasn't killed by pakistani nationals
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He was assassinated by a hindu radical
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And che guevara, rebel to a u.s. continent
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Was sold to the c.I.a. by bolivian communists
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Wasn't yitzhak rabin murdered by a zionist
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And anwar sadat a victim of the same violence?
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Malcolm x was seen as a threat to the f.b.I.
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But to blast 'em they used muslims from the n.o.I.
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Even the 35th president of the republic
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Was murdered by factions of his own government
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So now that it's proven, that a soldier of revolution
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Or head of an empire, disguised in a constitution
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Can not escape the retribution or manipulation
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Of the self-appointed rulers of the planets corporations
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So imma need every generation to put your hands up
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Cause you can only get 'em off your back when you stand up!
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[Chorus]
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Deep in the trenches in the heart of a war
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That's the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it's on)
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During the night before the start of the dawn
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That's the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it's on)
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When the gunshots are rainin' in the heart of a storm
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That's the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it's on)
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Guerilla war when the army is gone
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That's the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it's on)
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The Martyr
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Immortal Technique |