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Immortal
The
The Mic planet
Written by: K

Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers, 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 like execs at
and porn chicks for me to spend on

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

And Im'a you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the cause switch palms
Technique phsychotic nigga to spit calm
misinterpreted by the like Islaam

I love the but not enuough chicks in a thong
what the how could beautiful women be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were hits 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 the government plot

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

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

Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could be
ghetto sickness without a remedy
my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey chemistry

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

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

So in retrospect remember and fuckin forget
are walkin 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 head off.