Sanoja: Immortal Technique. Illest.
[Jean Grae]
Ayo, i burn my bridges with a blow torch
a rebel born from verbal holocaust
dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off
the swiftest stealth assassin snipe you
from balcony shots of terrorist position
professional from the opera box
rhyme documents infamous like the
Bill of Rights, illa tight, having niggas
open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae,
yakuza, mass murderer, friends who got
the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her
wild style, my mouth gone to train up, i spit
Krolyon in five colors, when i speak i spray my
name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce,
splash your remains and brains out on the street
like Henny and Juice, noose your neck and loosen
your spine from back, shift your spleen, rip til it's
just obscene, from down town swinging in New York
illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl
like a nigga what?
[scratches]
[Pumpkinhead]
I've been through Hell and back, scars swell
on my back, i spit bars, ya'll spit repetitive
raps, i'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme
with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind
and your spine, that's why, ya'll wanna bite my design
and that's why, usually i hold the mic like a nine
pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it
pop out, we knock out cats, and light the floors when
they rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in
a lightning storm, with the top down, we got
this locked down, like convicts on the run
getting chopped down, we four times,
gaining yards in the whole line, see me
and Tech we steadily building, and we about
to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building,
and all them niggas get mad when we step in
the building, 'cause we make the crowd jump,
and hit they heads on the ceiling, what?
[scratches]
[Immortal Technique]
I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia,
bury competition like Mesopotamia, eminating
radiation, pissing liquid uranium, i bring the rock
like European drunks in soccer stadiums, i'll
split your cranium with perfect symmetry lyrically
if your not the illest, then you don't deserve to
spit with me, OBS obliverating bastards
sacreligiously, i sacrifice niggas who
talk shit ritualisticly, meticulously making
all my rivals suicidal like white suburban
kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible
my arrival is genocidal, like Christopher
Columbus, exterminating races of whack
MC's that walk among us, i've just begun to bust
i'll make the place open gondela
these racist cops wanna lock me longer then
Nelson Mandela, pissed off, i'm making hella
paper, East to West coast, and i treat the law in this
country like a mother fucking joke, 'cause if i'm
willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his
Coke, you know it don't mean shit to me
to cut a fuckin cops throat
[Immortal Technique talking]
Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique, DP-one, tell em what the fuck we about to do
[scratches]
sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry
Ayo, i burn my bridges with a blow torch
a rebel born from verbal holocaust
dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off
the swiftest stealth assassin snipe you
from balcony shots of terrorist position
professional from the opera box
rhyme documents infamous like the
Bill of Rights, illa tight, having niggas
open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae,
yakuza, mass murderer, friends who got
the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her
wild style, my mouth gone to train up, i spit
Krolyon in five colors, when i speak i spray my
name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce,
splash your remains and brains out on the street
like Henny and Juice, noose your neck and loosen
your spine from back, shift your spleen, rip til it's
just obscene, from down town swinging in New York
illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl
like a nigga what?
[scratches]
[Pumpkinhead]
I've been through Hell and back, scars swell
on my back, i spit bars, ya'll spit repetitive
raps, i'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme
with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind
and your spine, that's why, ya'll wanna bite my design
and that's why, usually i hold the mic like a nine
pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it
pop out, we knock out cats, and light the floors when
they rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in
a lightning storm, with the top down, we got
this locked down, like convicts on the run
getting chopped down, we four times,
gaining yards in the whole line, see me
and Tech we steadily building, and we about
to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building,
and all them niggas get mad when we step in
the building, 'cause we make the crowd jump,
and hit they heads on the ceiling, what?
[scratches]
[Immortal Technique]
I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia,
bury competition like Mesopotamia, eminating
radiation, pissing liquid uranium, i bring the rock
like European drunks in soccer stadiums, i'll
split your cranium with perfect symmetry lyrically
if your not the illest, then you don't deserve to
spit with me, OBS obliverating bastards
sacreligiously, i sacrifice niggas who
talk shit ritualisticly, meticulously making
all my rivals suicidal like white suburban
kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible
my arrival is genocidal, like Christopher
Columbus, exterminating races of whack
MC's that walk among us, i've just begun to bust
i'll make the place open gondela
these racist cops wanna lock me longer then
Nelson Mandela, pissed off, i'm making hella
paper, East to West coast, and i treat the law in this
country like a mother fucking joke, 'cause if i'm
willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his
Coke, you know it don't mean shit to me
to cut a fuckin cops throat
[Immortal Technique talking]
Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique, DP-one, tell em what the fuck we about to do
[scratches]
sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry
Immortal Technique