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Immortal
The
The Mic Sessions
Written by: K

Yea, yea, immortal (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 presidential money like execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn chicks for me to on

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

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

I love the underground but not enuough chicks in a
what the fuck how could beautiful be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were hits 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 hip-hop the plot

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

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

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

Cry blood and i venom
never subliminal with the message im sending
bending the space-time

to get to you
and blast you so itll kill the person 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 wut time it is..
im out...harlem nigga.....this is for all the devils..
I'm commin in here to take your off.