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Immortal
The
The Mic Sessions
by: Kyle 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 the order 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 night stay at the
I wont even get you a towel I spray on your tits,
Im not a I just like it when gurls are
massagin so pop shit

And smoke you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the microphone cause palms
Immortal Technique phsychotic nigga to spit
misinterpreted by the media Islaam

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
that was to be the end of the song
but its not the freestyle got me stuck in the

I stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot

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

what is fame and flossan
you stuck in a coffin?
and who the fuck you gonna run to when i you an orphan?

Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could be
ghetto engineered sickness a remedy
my pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry

Cry blood and i bleed
never subliminal with the message im sending
bending the space-time

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

So in remember and dont fuckin forget
yall are walkin dead yall just 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.