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Immortal
The
The Mic planet
Written by: K

Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to South
(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 I issue the order to send bombs,
I want presidential money execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn for me to spend on

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

And Im'a smoke you and bitch momz
Im the microphone cause switch palms
Immortal phsychotic nigga to spit calm
misinterpreted by the like Islaam

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

I cant stop brainwashed commercial the government plot

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

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

Im metamorphisizin into you thought that i could never be
ghetto engineered sickness without a
my heart pumps and hennessey twisted chemistry

Cry and i bleed venom
never subliminal with the message im sending
the space-time continuum

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

So in retrospect remember and dont forget
yall are dead people 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 take your off.