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Immortal
The
The Mic planet
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 sleep (it's son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)

Im a that'll fire missles at red dawn
but I issue the order to send bombs,
I want presidential like execs at n'ron
and porn chicks for me to spend on

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

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

I love the but not enuough chicks in a thong
the fuck 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 in the zone

I stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot

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

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

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

Cry and i bleed venom
never subliminal clear with the im sending
bending the space-time

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

So in retrospect and dont fuckin forget
yall are walkin dead people yall just dont 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 to take your head off.