Immortal Technique, AKIR - Treason lyrics

Yeah, One Enterprises, Viper Records
Presents Akir, Immortal Technique
And this is "Treason" bitch! Uhh

I'm not down with the conscious rap
Or the Sambos
My flow is cancerous milk, like Monsanto's
Sold through the hood in a package of murder
I'm like white people
Get fired and back with a burner
Gauge 5 semi, with the infrared beams
So fuck the Ku Klux and the Combat-18
I put bullets in your spleen
Sendin' you to the grave
And through all that
A mothafucker still get paid
And ‘cause of that, some
Niggas can't stand me, man
But that's the curse of the slave
Like Candyman house niggas that traded they
Soul to get ahead (jiggaboo)
And then fucked over for placin'
They faith in the feds (Snitch)
So while the government talk about
A mission to Mars they leave the hood
Stuck in a position to starve
Capitalism's a religion that makes
Satan a god
And teaches self-righteous people to
Embrace a facade
DP One scratches: "Say what?"

It's a cut-throat business the
Way that we live born in the hood
Tryin' to see a better life for the kids
It ain't wrong to make money
Legit or illegal
But it's treason when you turn
Your back on your people

DP One scratches: "Say what?"

Yo, yo, they be manipulatin'
Politicians delegatin'
Task of perpetratin', sounds like Satan
Makin' racist statements of abomination
Niggas pray to somethin' sacred
Waitin' for that force to save 'em
Instead of savin'
Movin' destinations, property papers
Waitin on your 40 acres
'til you old and ancient
Swole or achin' while the hole is gapin'
To cake to make your way in, I pray to God
But all the amen's in the world'll
Never make your aim win
Famous celebrities could fall
Off like leprosy, they tellin' me
So I pay attention
Fuck the envy and the jealousy
Y'all niggas could save
Akir's a latest rave
Saw me chillin' on The Source page
Fanbases span race
Complete with shorties that blaze
Be revered in my old age
From rippin' the stage
And even then from above when I wave
Throwin' flowers on my grave, burnin' sage
Saying, "Thanks, Abe
Who made ways for freein' the slaves"
It's a cut-throat business the
Way that we live born in the hood
Tryin' to see a better life for the kids
It ain't wrong to make money
Legit or illegal
But it's treason when you turn
Your back on your people

Immortal Technique, Indian chief
Lord Sovereign
Bear claw necklace and the puma moccasins
Legal money, motherfucker
You could bring the coppers in
‘Cause I'ma take a shit on 'em
Without Johnny Coch-a ran
Spittin' Prometheus fire
When I speak to a liar
I'm the last of the Essenes
That'll teach a messiah
Rip your heart out with the
Technique of a Maya
‘Cause only snitches and Kanye
Speak through a wire

Freshest attire, speak with desire
Close to the passion
I fall from Elijah, size up the evilest liars
Who think they conspire
Music qualify as paranoia, mental occupiers
Tight, like a pair of pliers
Brain's fried up
And so I aspire to erase the pride
Usin' amplifiers
To inspire my people, we should hire
Like a lion fightin' vampires
Tired on his way to Zion never expire
Only retire when they call me Sire
It's a cut-throat business the
Way that we live born in the hood
Tryin' to see a better life for the kids
It ain't wrong to make money
Legit or illegal
But it's treason when you turn
Your back on your people, yo

DP One scratches: "Say what?"