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Immortal
The
The Mic Sessions
by: Kyle 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 rebel that'll fire at red dawn
but before I issue the order to bombs,
I want presidential like execs at n'ron
and goldiggin chicks for me to spend on

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

And smoke you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the microphone cause palms
Immortal Technique phsychotic nigga to spit
misinterpreted by the like Islaam

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

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

good is fame and flossan
when you in a coffin?
and who the you gonna 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 nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry

Cry and i bleed venom
subliminal clear with the message im sending
bending the space-time

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

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