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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 sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)

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

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

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

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

I cant stop brainwashed commercial the government plot

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

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

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

Cry blood and i bleed
never subliminal clear the message im sending
the space-time continuum

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

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