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is the Invasion!
The Evil Green Lantern!
Technique, "The 3rd World"
(It's on now - ha ha, drop)
You ain't got the right to arms, huh?
you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Lick shots, lick shots, shots, lick shots)

Immortal Technique]
Lick shots, lick shots, lick
shots for the revolution
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick
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 only for the wherever you at, yeah

[Immortal
Random one cop killa, has never been realer
Volume 2 up the president like a gorilla
New York police state capital tried to me
Locked me longer Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment slavery
And now they signin rappers that promote their
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not
That's just the motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you the foreigners gone
I paint the White House and park my car on the lawn
Marry a girl and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every time right before we and pray (HA!)
You right the AK, symbolizes Jihad
But a holy war, is a conversation God
You bitch misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the wrong 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 white power structure
love to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin and move for the
And brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton
Forgot about the bullshit they was producin
But my aim precisely, through the confusion - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
I'm runnin the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you me? (Huh?)
Somebody me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a damn
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam
Gun pop off like the of Ann Coulter
This is my gangsta
See I aim precision, point blank the position
I'm black as them ancient
Before European historians went and changed the
I'm for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm (yea)
Listen, you dudes better the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, look
They get rid of this conscious crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical 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 burner turned in the back of his
He with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the truck with Don
I must, take aim when I shots
Throw stray bullets like Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These wanna see us dead inside a jail cell
Turn us Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
My temper 'bout to break levees in New Orleans
Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the and the red
Latin Kings, with a gat to his head
Y'all don't lick shots killers aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick shots like Jenna Jameson and
slice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the
- Chino, and Immortal Tech'
Kill shit the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the off your fuckin Pumas!