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

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

[Immortal
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been
Volume 2 shot up the president like a
New York police state tried to swallow me
Locked me longer than Puerto Rico been a
Thirteenth Amendment slavery
And now they signin rappers that their philosophy?
that, nigga hip-hop is not Republican
That's just the white motherfuckers that own the
And get the out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her times 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 niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right
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 brothers act like a born-again Newton
Forgot the bullshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, through the - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers 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 you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me glim back as the over
See ya, time to let him see a soldier
Flip Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the of Ann Coulter
is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point blank the
I'm black as them ancient
Before European historians went and changed the
I'm blamed for the 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 up, Hoffa look
They wanna get rid of this conscious
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical book
But I ain't nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its inner city - so I

XL]
Puerto superhero!
Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the 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 Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us inside a jail cell
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean
My temper 'bout to break like levees in New
Catch Jimmy Iovine when he his mortgages
Kid is dead, we movin with the blue and the red
Latin Kings, with a gat to his head
Y'all don't lick shots killers aimin at the Feds
lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead
Pigs to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice with the flies and the bees
Bzzzt - Chino, and Tech'
Kill shit the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't friend, he's a fuckin jeweler
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the off your fuckin Pumas!