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

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

Technique]
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has been realer
Volume 2 shot up the president like a
New York state capital tried to swallow me
Locked me longer than Puerto been a colony
Thirteenth slavery property
And now signin rappers that promote their philosophy?
that, nigga hip-hop is not Republican
That's just the motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you the foreigners gone
I paint the White 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, Jihad
But a holy war, is a with God
You bitch niggaz misinterpret you don't understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin man
Shootin each other, your brother
Aim the gun at the motherfucker
and leave him than the prison in Russia
or white power structure
Niggaz 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 music they was
But my niggaz aim precisely, the confusion - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
I'm runnin through the city - God
If I murk the racist Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me back as the plan's over
See ya, to let him see a damn soldier
Flip your Landrover, I ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann
is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point the position
I'm black as ancient Egyptians
Before European went and changed 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 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 care for its inner city youth - so I

XL]
Puerto superhero!
Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat
Cop murdered by the certain turned in the back of his sternum
He flirted with pullin me over for 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 pigs wanna see us dead inside a cell
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Combs to Sean Bell
My 'bout to break like levees in New Orleans
Catch Jimmy Iovine he refinance his mortgages
Kid is dead, we movin with the blue and the red
Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his head
Y'all lick shots like killers aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick shots like Jameson and Superhead
Pigs slice to Venice and at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the
- Chino, and Immortal Tech'
Kill shit like the Chinito at Virginia (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the off your fuckin Pumas!