[Immortal Hypocrites, hookers, sex Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps and This ain't 1997
I'd rather be and unhappy than broke and miserable Cause the game don't give a FUCK if you And that's pitiful, so my position is You can hate me all you like but you the principle I inspire revolution, the government's not Vietnam to Venezuela, knowledge, they pimpin you All up in the hood McDonald's and liquor Selling AIDS medicine, when we you got the cure nigga (woo!) You leery of conspiracy theory but me Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense Cause moreover, that's we go to war over And numbers don't lie unless we do Bush and Gore Free markets money disingenuously But I in agriculture, biochemistry nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that? But exec's are like, "You from Harlem? your diamonds at?"
Can't dodge the If you for the money or the fame (oh-ohh) The players and the ain't changed (oh no) But see we to leave a name So we're out
[Immortal Yeah, this is how pimps get and players get played Rich people get robbed and, broke paid New York, London, Chicago, and L.A. Miami, D.C., and out in the Bay
We're tearin it out of the See we deserve to stake claim If we it's a cryin shame What we're concerned about is how to it out
Technique] Show me a pretty girl, with the world to her And I bet you there's a brother that's of fuckin her Lots of niggaz girls is someone one night stand I probably some bitches nervous listenin with they man (ha ha) And if that somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you! What you think, don't like to fuck 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 don't need to shout you out, nigga you who you be Look, most are only players cause they got played And not, let go of that, shit since the 7th grade you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it? But you shouldn't up someone else's life because of it Someone did your mother like that, why you fatherless Before jail or racist cops, that's the problem is
Recognize the See who's the one to that blame We gettin in a cycle of pain With a headed down the drain we turn it out
[Immortal is how pimps get pimped and players get played Beautiful women get, cheated on and sprayed Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin
Regardless of you payin spendin, hold a watch and a chain But can't offer your a thang What the hell is goin on in your We turn it out
Technique] Yeah, I'm not a rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha) I'm not a rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor I treat labels the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!) Go to the Sony building and in the elevator Cater to hustlers, and cheap smugglers Bootleg my own album, to customers (yeah) Every city, state and country, the hood 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 Snoop and Dre platinum? up any major record label and ask 'em But some, devils in disguise in hip-hop that belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid (bitch!) I hope one of my has one of your kids shot And it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot You a pussy actin like a bitch cop I'll drop you to the floor like a reverse Eat your food and on you, like a highway pit stop And make, revolutionaries out of kids used to flip rocks The government, 9/11 to go to Iraq And history, repeats right on track (how?) First as a tragedy, and then the comedy (why?) Cause it's funny, motherfuckers see it come around again
(I.T.)] Where, can we be free? (FUCK we be free man?) We wanna live our lives Live our lives, our eyes open Open eyes open your eyes You motherfuckers - you stupid motherfuckers Open eyes, before you die