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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 arms, huh?
Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin
(Lick shots, lick shots, shots, lick shots)

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

Technique]
Random one cop killa, has never been realer
Volume 2 shot up the president like a
New York police state capital tried to me
Locked me longer than Puerto been a colony
Amendment slavery property
And now they rappers that promote their philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga is not Republican
That's just the white motherfuckers own the publishin
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 the AK, symbolizes Jihad
But a holy war, is a with God
You bitch misinterpret what you don't understand
the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin each other, shootin your
Aim the gun at the motherfucker
and leave him colder the prison in Russia
or America's power structure
love to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin and for the prosecution
And them act like a born-again Huey Newton
Forgot about the bullshit music they was
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 quicker than Libby
I'm through the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
told me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I toasters
Gun pop off like the of Ann Coulter
is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, blank the position
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 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
I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book
But I ain't goin nowhere, the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its 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 with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the of the truck with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I shots
Throw stray like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us inside a jail cell
us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
My temper 'bout to like levees in New Orleans
Catch Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
Kid is dead, we movin with the blue and the red
Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his
Y'all don't shots like killers aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick 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 cats off fuckin Pumas!