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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?
Sometimes you might to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Lick shots, shots, lick shots, lick shots)

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

[Immortal
Random one cop killa, has never been realer
Volume 2 up the president like a gorilla
New police state capital tried to swallow me
Locked me longer Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment property
And now they rappers that promote their philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga is not Republican
That's just the white that 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
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five a day (WHAT?)
time right before we shower and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, symbolizes
But a holy war, is a conversation God
You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you understand
Stackin the wrong can end up, shootin your man
each other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right
and leave him colder than the in Russia
or white power structure
Niggaz to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the comin and move for the prosecution
And them brothers act like a born-again Huey
Forgot about the bullshit they was producin
But my aim precisely, through the confusion - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a shooters with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie than Scooter Libby
I'm runnin the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me glim back as the over
See ya, time to let him see a damn
Flip your Landrover, I ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the of Ann Coulter
This is my gangsta
See I aim with precision, point blank the
I'm black as ancient Egyptians
European historians went and changed the description
I'm blamed for the 'caine in the
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same that I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you dudes better 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 book
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the truth
America don't care for its city youth - so I

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