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[Jean
Ayo, I burn my bridges with a blow
a rebel born from verbal
dirty and never try to clense to get the off
the swiftest stealth assassin you
from balcony shots of position
from the opera box
rhyme documents like the
Bill of Right, tight, having niggaz
open like the thrill of Jean Grae
ya a mass murderer, friends who got
the on her, foes who never heard of her
style, my mouth gone to train up, I spit
Krolyon in five colours, when I I spray my
name up, split wig up like Denny and Bruce
your remains and brains out on the street
like and juice, noose your neck and loosen
spine from back shift your spleen, rip till it's
just obscene, from down spilling it, New York
illest who rip it ever, like a river fuck a girl
like a what?

I've through Hell and back, scars swell
on my back, I spit bars, y'all repetative
raps, I'm a street dude, who decided to
with that'll crack the disc between your mind
and your spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my
and that's why, usually I hold the mic a nine
pistol whip you on the side of your eye, it
pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors
it rocks out, out, like you driving in
a storm, with the top down, we got
this locked down, convicts on the run
getting down, we four times
yards in the whole line, see me
and Tech we building, and we about
to blow like the Federal Building
and all them get mad when we step in
the building, cause we make the jump
and hit heads on the ceiling, what?

[Immortal
I spit heat like the of Saudi Arabia
bury competition Mesopotamia, emanating
pissing liquid uranium, I bring the rock
like European in soccer stadiums, I'll
split your cranium with perfect symmetry
if your not the illest, you don't deserve to
with me, OBS obliverating bastards
sacrilegiously, I sacrifice who
talk shit ritualistically, meticulously
all my rivals suicidal like suburban
kids on acid reading the Bible
my arrival is genocidal, like
Columbus, racism of whack
MC's that walk among us, I've just to bust
I'll make this place, open
these racist cops wanna me longer then
Nelson Mandela, pissed off, I'm making
paper, to West coast, and I treat the law in this
country like a mother joke, cause if I'm
to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his
Coke, you know it mean shit to me
to cut a fucking throat

[Immortal talking]
Yea, Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
DP-one, tell 'em what the we about to do

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