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is the Invasion!
The Evil Genius Lantern!
Technique, "The 3rd World"
(It's on now - ha ha, drop)
You ain't got the to bear arms, huh?
you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Lick shots, shots, lick shots, lick shots)

[Chorus: Technique]
shots, lick shots, lick shots
Lick shots for the
Lick shots, lick shots, shots, lick shots
But watch, where the you shootin
Yo where you aimin at? you aimin at?
the fuck you niggaz aimin at?
Where you aimin at? Where you at?
This is for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah

Technique]
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has been realer
Volume 2 up the president like a gorilla
New York police state capital tried to me
Locked me longer than Puerto been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment property
And now they signin rappers that promote their
Fuck that, hip-hop is not Republican
That's just the white motherfuckers own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you want the gone
I paint the House black and park my car on the lawn
a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every time right before we and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, symbolizes
But a war, is a conversation with God
You bitch niggaz what you don't understand
Stackin the sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the motherfucker
and leave him colder than the prison in
or America's power structure
love to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the comin and move for the prosecution
And them act like a born-again Huey Newton
Forgot about the bullshit they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, the confusion - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot you through the
Stand in of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
I'm runnin the city - dear God
If I murk the Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me glim as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I toasters
Gun pop off like the of Ann Coulter
This is my religion
See I aim with precision, point the position
I'm black as ancient Egyptians
Before European historians went and the description
I'm for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you dudes watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll up, Hoffa look
They wanna get rid of this crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel
But I ain't nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its city youth - so I

XL]
Puerto superhero!
Yo, XL my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He flirted with me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I shots
Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Monch
pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell
Turn us from Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
My temper 'bout to break levees in New Orleans
Catch Jimmy when he refinance his mortgages
Kid illusion is dead, we movin the blue and the red
Latin Kings, Giuliani a gat to his head
Y'all don't shots like killers aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick shots like Jameson and Superhead
Pigs slice to and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice Beach the flies and the bees
Bzzzt - Chino, and Tech'
shit like the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't friend, he's a fuckin jeweler
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the cats off fuckin Pumas!