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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, lick shots, lick
Lick for the revolution
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick
But watch, the fuck you shootin
Yo you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
Where the fuck you aimin at?
Where you at? Where you aimin at?
This is for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah

Technique]
Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never realer
2 shot up the president like a gorilla
New York police state capital tried to me
me longer than Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment slavery
And now they signin that promote their philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not
just the white motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the fuck out, if you want the gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her times a day (WHAT?)
time right before we shower and pray (HA!)
You right the AK, symbolizes Jihad
But a holy war, is a with God
You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, your man
Shootin other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the motherfucker
and leave him colder than the prison in
or America's white structure
Niggaz to say "Fuck revolution!"
the jury comin and move for the prosecution
And them brothers act like a born-again Huey
about the bullshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, the confusion - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
I'm through the city - dear God
If I the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody told me glim as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann
This is my gangsta
See I aim with precision, point the position
I'm black as them ancient
Before European historians and changed the description
I'm blamed for the in the kitchen
The C.I.A. with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you better watch the hook
I'm a boxer, come up, Hoffa look
They wanna get rid of this crook
I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book
But I ain't goin nowhere, the motherfuckin truth
don't care for its inner 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, aim when I lick shots
Throw stray like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us dead inside a cell
Turn us from Shawn to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
My temper to break like levees in New Orleans
Catch Jimmy Iovine when he his mortgages
Kid illusion is dead, we with the blue and the red
Latin Kings, with a gat to his head
Y'all don't lick like 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 Beach with the flies and the
Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortal
shit like 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 cats off your Pumas!