These fuckin man Fuckin up our I'll take a in your oil fields I want some payback so, yo
I wanna run for president, and the focal when I'm campaigning Is to put FEMA to work on a at Camp David Demand payment for New Orleans the best of swordsmen Launching missiles at the White House Tech's performing On the lawn and I let 'em burn till death's confirmed Laid to rest with worms cause otherwise never learn I'll form a cruel intent, put anthrax the vents From out a I got in the mail that you just sent But I got a better for these Republicans I'd let 'em so they can see us overthrow the government Let's fuck with them, have the first lady me off Till my semen's launched, then I across her face like Peter North And I won't a doubt what we about when I cream her mouth Or leave her trout bleeding out on Condoleezza's I'll seek this route without regrets, and drink a then think of you Cause if it's the fuckin thing I do I'll...
[Ras Yeah, Immortal Technique, Nigga, I never forget nothing
Fifty-one percent of the World is owned by the US treasury Robbing third world countries out all they and equity When Afghanistan was the Russians Reagan and Bush gave Bin Laden and told him get to bussin We even called 'em freedom Financed the with CIA imported cocaine whole Iran Contra Scandal, niggas took the blame Started a war on Meanwhile defeated, America thinks more oil for us Take over, set up a public government, Arabs ain't it So the same freedom fighters, W. call 'em terrorists Poetic justice, payback's a bitch, fuckin hypocrites Like Bill O'Reilly, deserve what they get Rush Limbaugh, drug addict, Giuliani, sex I wanna thank white supremacists then show you how my tech's My neck's nano-technologically It spits SARS to all you ass execs that capital resigned
I am vindictive, faggots!
Technique] Huh, Yeah I got something for you motherfuckers You it? HERE YOU GO!
The first that I would accomplish I'd children from the senate and congress Pompous right made suicidal When I exposed Joe Cephas for writing the Bible Making silos, bomb the world with hydro Chinese sized blunts in Maracaibo Huh, and everyone a gun on a DVD I'd make niggas shoot it out with NYPD And every that didn't buy my CD I'd the revolution in their neck with an IV See me, own the world, I'd give it back to the I'd give a last name to every single son of a Hard to the core, with the gay list pop on they block but they globally nameless I'd show the hood real gangsters and make 'em Langley Virginia, where my for cocaine is I'd make everybody fuckin have the darkening I make lyrics, not beats and marketing every raped virgin's broken hymen Holding De reclining, while they choke on they diamonds My designing's like Francis Coppola rhyming a universe inside solitary confinement I'd reverse laws and bring Mumia home And serve the President freestyling offa the
A message to the outgoing Hey I got a great nigga... Kill yourself Hahaha, you it's so funny, I thought about it the other day You probably kill yourself Ah why don't you yourself? Hahahahahah, kill