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[Intro]
Iâd like to thank yaâll,
For this opportunity to drop the jewellery,
And get this shit poppinâ musically.
[Verse 1]
Feels like Iâm locked in hells gate and godâs my cell-mate,
Sayinâ plot this jail-break, pop the cops who tailgate,
You sealed your fate prying inside my business,
To find a mind as scientific as Mayan hieroglyphics,
As godâs my witness, Iâll spit viral sickness,
Like bible scripted black plague in the last dayâs final minutes,
On a primal vicious grind, till my vinyl shipments climb,
Through the great vine and be defined as vintage wine,
Skyâs the limit? Fine, Iâm in your atmosphere,
To racketeer the sky and to fall it on your rap career,
And I ainât stackinâ near the millions Iâm worth,
Cozâ sayinâ somethinâ ill in a verse and havinâ skills are a curse,
But still, I got a feelinâ that this villain at workâll be,
More chillinâ than still born children at birth,
Iâm the king; my underlings are building my church,
And when your mom close her eyes to pray Iâm stealing her purse.
Now, god willing I become the illest on Earth,
Where love is hate so I just pray your feelings get hurt,
My life is tragic, so itâs only right I write the madness,
Like being psychopathicâs my right of passage,
And donât care what the price of gas is,
Iâll splash it on you while Iâm lighting matches,
And put out the flames with nitric acid,
Spiteful bastard, Iâm back with a vengeance,
A fifth of Jack and a Mac-11 to capture the essence.
[Bridge: Diabolic]
Iâm just an artist gettinâ closer to the edge,
So when I go over know I put my soul in what I said,
For real, Bolic ainât focused on the bread,
I had enough of that, so if you with me where the fuck you at?
[Hook: Immortal Technique/Rebel Armz]
Where the fuck you at? We right here,
Where the fuck you at? We right here,
Where the fuck you at? We right here,
Where the fuck you at? We right here.
[Verse 2]
Fuck your gun fights, all I need is one mic and crowd-time,
And I could outshine the sunlight on cloud nine,
For now Iâm climbinâ uphill and grindinâ,
Till I chill reclining on a diamond studded silver lining,
Feel this priming, but those sceptics donât get it,
Most said I dig my own grave, Iâm too poetic,
Stressed like Po said, letâs organise confusion,
Iâm just a microphone fiend, always high,
Using the rush, intoxicated me and fortified the movement,
And plus I get to slaughter guys all for my amusement,
Drawn my conclusion, donât need a label budget,
So Iâm sayinâ âfuck itâ, like Iâm way above it, you can hate or love it,
Raised in Suffolk, fighting like Iâm Razor Ruddock,
Without a pot to piss in; urinate in public,
In the home of Rakim, Eric Sermon, R.A. The Rugged,
Diabolicâs dancing with the devil angel dusted,
Bring the ruckus; letâs rumble in the slums,
So I can punch you in the ribs till there punchering your lungs,
Iâm just wondering, how the fuck you doubling your funds,
By lieing about scratching off the numbers on the gun,
Cozâ, the muthafuckas where Iâm from feel inside,
That even though Dilla died, hip-hop is still alive,
And it will survive the fake thugs talkinâ tough,
When I click the nine to get a dial tone and call your bluff.
[Hook x2: Immortal Technique/Rebel Armz]
- Álbum:
- Fightin Words
- Liar & A Thief
- The Foul Play Mixtape
- Vengeance Ascending
- Overload 2: A Tribute To Metallica (Various Artists)
- Subterraneal Magnitude
- Excisions Of Exorcisms
- Chaos In Hell (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Liar and a Thief
- Foul Play Mixtape
- Supreme Evil
- Infinity Through Purification
- Metal for the Masses, Volume 2
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume V
- In the Eyes of Death IV
- Overload 2 - Tribute to Metallica
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Vol. V
- Total Overload: Tribute to Metallica - 2 CD Set
- Destruction of the Heavenly Realms, Volume VI