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

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

[Immortal
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been
Volume 2 shot up the like a gorilla
New York state capital tried to swallow me
Locked me longer Puerto Rico been a colony
Amendment slavery property
And now they signin rappers that promote philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not
just the white motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you the foreigners gone
I the White House 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, symbolizes
But a holy war, is a conversation God
You niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin man
Shootin each other, your brother
Aim the gun at the right
and leave him colder than the in Russia
or white power structure
Niggaz to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin and move for the
And them brothers act a born-again Huey Newton
about 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 the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker Scooter Libby
I'm through the city - dear God
If I murk the Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, to let him see a damn soldier
Flip Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the of Ann Coulter
This is my religion
See I aim with precision, point the position
I'm as them ancient Egyptians
Before European historians went and the description
I'm for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you dudes watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa
wanna get rid of this conscious crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical book
But I goin 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 for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the truck with Don
I must, take aim I lick shots
Throw bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us inside a jail cell
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Bell
My temper 'bout to like levees in New Orleans
Catch Jimmy Iovine 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 like aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick shots like Jenna 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 like the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the off your fuckin Pumas!