(feat. Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead)
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[Jean Grae]
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Ayo, 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 clense to get the drama off
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the swiftest stealth assassin snipe you
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from balcony shots of terrorist position
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professional from the opera box
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rhyme documents infamous like the
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Bill of Right, illa tight, having niggaz
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open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae
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ya koo's a mass murderer, friends who got
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the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her
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wild style, my mouth gone to train up, I spit
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Krolyon in five colours, when I speak I spray my
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name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce
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splash your remains and brains out on the street
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like Henny and juice, noose your neck and loosen
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your spine from back shift your spleen, rip till it's
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just obscene, from down town spilling it, New York
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illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl
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like a nigga what?
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[scratches]
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[Pumpkinhead]
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I've been through Hell and back, scars swell
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on my back, I spit bars, y'all spit repetative
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raps, I'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme
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with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind
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and your spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my design
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and that's why, usually I hold the mic like a nine
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pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it
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pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors when
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it rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in
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a lightning storm, with the top down, we got
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this locked down, like convicts on the run
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getting shot down, we four times
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gaining yards in the whole line, see me
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and Tech we steadily building, and we about
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to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building
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and all them niggaz get mad when we step in
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the building, cause we make the crowd jump
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and hit they heads on the ceiling, what?
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[scratches]
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[Immortal Technique]
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I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia
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bury competition like Mesopotamia, emanating
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radiation pissing liquid uranium, I bring the rock
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like European drunks in soccer stadiums, I'll
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split your cranium with perfect symmetry lyrically
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if your not the illest, then you don't deserve to
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spit with me, OBS obliverating bastards
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sacrilegiously, I sacrifice niggaz who
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talk shit ritualistically, meticulously making
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all my rivals suicidal like white suburban
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kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible
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my arrival is genocidal, like Christopher
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Columbus, exterminating racism of whack
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MC's that walk among us, I've just begun to bust
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I'll make this place, open gondela
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these racist cops wanna lock me longer then
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Nelson Mandela, pissed off, I'm making hella
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paper, East to West coast, and I treat the law in this
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country like a mother fucking joke, cause if I'm
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willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his
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Coke, you know it don't mean shit to me
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to cut a fucking cops throat
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[Immortal Technique talking]
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Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
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DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do
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[scratches]
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sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry
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The Illest
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Immortal Technique |