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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, shots, lick shots, lick shots)

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

[Immortal
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never realer
2 shot up the president like a gorilla
New York police capital tried to swallow me
Locked me than Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment slavery
And now they signin rappers that promote philosophy?
Fuck that, hip-hop is not Republican
That's just the white motherfuckers that own the
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?)
Every time right before we and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, Jihad
But a war, is a conversation with God
You niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin each other, your brother
Aim the gun at the right
and him colder than the prison in Russia
or America's white power
Niggaz to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin and for the prosecution
And them brothers act like a born-again Huey
Forgot 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 through the
Stand in front of the judge and lie than Scooter Libby
I'm runnin through the - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me back as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a soldier
your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann
is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point blank the
I'm black as them ancient
Before European historians 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 dudes better watch the
I'm a boxer, coppers'll up, Hoffa look
They wanna get rid of this conscious
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical book
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin
don't care for its inner city 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 of the truck with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I lick
Throw stray like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us inside a jail cell
Turn us from Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
My temper 'bout to break like 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 don't lick like killers aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick shots Jenna Jameson and Superhead
Pigs to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice with the flies and the bees
- Chino, and Immortal Tech'
Kill shit like the Chinito at Virginia (what's fuckin with that?)
And ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jeweler
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the off your fuckin Pumas!