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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 right to bear arms,
Sometimes you might have to brandish a firearm
(Lick shots, shots, lick shots, lick shots)

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

[Immortal
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never realer
Volume 2 shot up the like a gorilla
New York police state capital to swallow me
Locked me longer than Puerto Rico a colony
Amendment slavery property
And now they rappers that promote their philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not
That's the white motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you want the gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five a day (WHAT?)
time right before we shower and pray (HA!)
You damn the AK, symbolizes 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 right
and leave him than the prison in Russia
or America's white structure
Niggaz to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury and move for the prosecution
And them brothers act like a Huey Newton
about the bullshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, through the - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot you the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter
I'm runnin through the city - God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me glim back as the plan's
See ya, to let him see a damn soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I toasters
Gun pop off the mouth of Ann Coulter
is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point blank the
I'm black as them ancient
European historians went and changed the description
I'm blamed for the 'caine in the
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you better watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa
They wanna get rid of this conscious
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin
America care for its inner city youth - so I

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