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

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

And Im'a smoke you and your momz
Im ambidextrist the cause switch palms
Immortal Technique phsychotic to spit calm
misinterpreted by the media like

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

I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government

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

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

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

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

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

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