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[Immortal
Hypocrites, hookers, sex
niggaz wanna be pimps and players?
This 1997 nigga

I'd rather be rich and unhappy broke and miserable
Cause the game don't a FUCK if you lyrical
And pitiful, so my position is pivotal
You can hate me all you but you worship the principle
I inspire revolution, the not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, pimpin you
All up in the hood like McDonald's and
Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the nigga (woo!)
You leery of conspiracy but hear me
Throw a perspective, it makes more sense clearly
Cause moreover, that's we go to war over
And numbers lie unless we do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make disingenuously
But I invest in agriculture,
Smart from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that?
But are like, "You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?"

Can't the game
If you for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
The players and the rules ain't (oh no)
But see we tryin to a name
So we're out

[Immortal
Yeah, this is how pimps get and players get played
people get robbed and, broke niggaz paid
New York, London, Chicago, and L.A.
Miami, D.C., and out in the Bay

We're it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake claim
If we didn't it's a shame
What we're concerned is how to turn it out

Technique]
Show me a girl, with the world stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother tired of fuckin her
of niggaz girls is someone else's one night stand
I probably made some bitches nervous with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, you!
What you think, revolutionaries don't like to too?
You gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers think that they in a movie
Until they get herpes or clap a groupie
And I need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be
Look, most people are only cause they got played
And not, let go of that, shit since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, sucks, doesn't it?
But you shouldn't fuck up someone life because of it
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you
Before jail or racist cops, that's what the is

Recognize the
See who's the one to that blame
We gettin in a cycle of pain
With a headed down the drain
Time we it out

Technique]
This is how pimps get pimped and get played
Beautiful women get, cheated on and gangstas
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix,
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin

Regardless of money you
Just spendin, hold a and a chain
But can't offer your children a
the hell is goin on in your brain?
We gon' it out

Technique]
Yeah, I'm not a rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a wack rapper, as a bad actor
I treat labels like the projects, I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony building and in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap
Bootleg my own album, to reach (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the love me
Aborigines, in Australia bump me
They say fans are all the color of talcum
But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay
Who the fuck you think made and Dre platinum?
Call up any major record and ask 'em
But some, devils in disguise in hip-hop
that belong at fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!)
I one of my fans has one of your kids shot
And blames it on Acid, Prozac and
You a pussy actin hard a bitch cop
I'll drop you to the floor a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and on you, like a highway pit stop
And make, revolutionaries out of kids used to flip rocks
The government, pimped 9/11 to go to
And history, repeats itself right on (how?)
First as a tragedy, and then the begins (why?)
Cause it's funny, motherfuckers don't see it around again

(I.T.)]
Where, can we be (FUCK we gon' be free man?)
We only wanna live our
our lives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes open eyes
You stupid motherfuckers - you motherfuckers
Open eyes, before you die