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

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

Technique]
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been
Volume 2 up the president like a gorilla
New York police state capital to swallow me
Locked me longer Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment slavery
And now they signin that promote their philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga is not Republican
just the white motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you want the gone
I paint the White House black and my car on the lawn
a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every time before we shower and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, Jihad
But a holy war, is a with God
You bitch misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin man
each other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the motherfucker
and leave him colder than the prison in
or white power structure
love to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin and move for the
And them brothers act like a born-again Newton
Forgot the bullshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, the confusion - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie than Scooter Libby
I'm runnin through the - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me back as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a damn
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I 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 them Egyptians
Before historians went and changed the description
I'm for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same that I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you dudes watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, look
They wanna get rid of this conscious
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical book
But I goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its inner youth - so I

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