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is the Invasion!
The Evil Green Lantern!
Technique, "The 3rd World"
(It's on now - ha ha, drop)
You got the right to bear arms, huh?
you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Lick shots, shots, lick shots, lick shots)

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

[Immortal
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been
Volume 2 shot up the president a gorilla
New York police state capital tried to me
Locked me than Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment property
And now they signin rappers promote their philosophy?
that, nigga hip-hop is not Republican
That's just the white motherfuckers that own the
And get the fuck out, if you want the foreigners
I paint the White House black and park my car on the
Marry a Muslum girl and her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every right before we shower and pray (HA!)
You right the AK, symbolizes Jihad
But a war, is a conversation with God
You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin man
Shootin other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right
and leave him colder the prison in Russia
or America's white power
love to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the comin and move for the prosecution
And them brothers act a born-again Huey Newton
about the bullshit music they was producin
But my aim precisely, through the confusion - 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 the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
told me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, to let him see a damn soldier
your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off the mouth of Ann Coulter
This is my gangsta
See I aim with precision, blank the position
I'm as them ancient Egyptians
Before European historians 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 come up, look
wanna get rid of this conscious crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, Gospel book
But I ain't nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its inner youth - so I

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