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

Immortal Technique]
Lick shots, lick shots, lick
Lick for the revolution
shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
But watch, the fuck you shootin
Yo where you aimin at? Where you at?
Where the you niggaz aimin at?
you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
This is only for the hardcore you at, yeah

Technique]
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 longer than Rico been a colony
Amendment slavery property
And now they signin rappers that promote philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not
That's just the white that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you the foreigners gone
I paint the House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her times a day (WHAT?)
Every time right before we shower and (HA!)
You damn right the AK, Jihad
But a holy war, is a conversation God
You bitch niggaz what you don't understand
Stackin the 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 white power
Niggaz to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin and for the prosecution
And them brothers act like a born-again Newton
about the bullshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, through the - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters with me, shoot you through the kidney
Stand in of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
I'm through the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me glim back as the plan's
See ya, time to let him see a soldier
your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off the mouth of Ann Coulter
is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point the position
I'm black as them Egyptians
European historians went and changed the description
I'm blamed for the in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you better watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa
They wanna get rid of this crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin
America care for its inner 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 flirted with pullin me for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the with Don Imus
I must, aim when I lick shots
Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Monch
These pigs see us dead inside a jail cell
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to 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 shots like killers aimin at the
lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead
Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the meet
Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the
Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortal
Kill shit the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, a fuckin jeweler
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the cats off your Pumas!