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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 warmers, y'know 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 want presidential like execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn chicks for me to on

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

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

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

I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the plot

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

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

Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought i could never be
ghetto sickness without a remedy
my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey chemistry

Cry and i bleed venom
never subliminal with the message im sending
bending the continuum

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 people 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 your head off.