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Immortal
The
The Mic planet
Written by: K

Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to Africa
(this is how it goes) for the warmers, y'know wut I mean..this is
for my peoples..insomniac I sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)

Im a rebel that'll missles at red dawn
but before I issue the order to bombs,
I want presidential money like execs at
and goldiggin porn for me to spend on

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

And smoke you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the microphone cause switch
Immortal Technique nigga to spit calm
misinterpreted by the media like

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

I cant stop brainwashed commercial the government plot

But shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain
like the military did to the fourth plain
that was ill but the fuck up and let me explain

what good is fame and
when you stuck in a
and who the fuck you gonna run to when i make you an

Im metamorphisizin into somethin you that i could never be
ghetto engineered without a remedy
my heart nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry

Cry blood and i venom
never subliminal clear with the message im
bending the space-time

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

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

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