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Immortal
The
The Mic Sessions
Written by: K

Yea, yea, technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers, wut I mean..this is
for my peoples..insomniac I can't (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)

Im a rebel fire missles at red dawn
but before I issue the to send bombs,
I presidential money like execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn chicks for me to on

But Im'a only pay for 1 stay at the Ritz
I wont even get you a towel when I on your tits,
Im not a misogynist I just like it gurls are
massagin so pop shit

And smoke you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the cause switch palms
Technique phsychotic nigga to spit calm
misinterpreted by the like Islaam

I love the underground but not enuough chicks in a
what the how could beautiful women be wrong?
Tech clips like they were hits from the bong
that was supposed to be the end of the
but its not the freestyle got me stuck in the

I cant stop brainwashed hip-hop the government plot

But Im'a shoot the propaganda stuck in your brain
like the did to the fourth terrorist plain
was ill but shut the fuck up and let me explain

what good is and flossan
when you stuck in a
and who the you gonna run to when i make you an orphan?

Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could be
engineered sickness without a remedy
my heart pumps and hennessey twisted chemistry

Cry and i bleed venom
never subliminal with the message im sending
the space-time continuum

to get to you
and blast you so itll kill the person next to you

So in retrospect remember and fuckin forget
yall are walkin dead people yall dont know it yet!

Yea...yea nigga..its on...you wut time it is..
im out...harlem nigga.....this is for all the devils..
I'm commin in here to your head off.