Chino XL, Immortal Technique, D.V. Alias Khryst, Sick Jacken - Arm Yourself lyrics

This game is cold
I told my broad I won't be coming home
I lost my job, I lost my mind
Lost everything I own
The city got me fucked up yo
These pigs got me fucked up
Music on the radio is fucked up
I hop in the truck and only
Want to feel the pain

Chino XL, and fuck everybody else!
Fuck everybody else! fuck everybody else!
Immortal Technique and fuck everybody else!
Fuck everybody else! fuck everybody else!
Psycho Realm and fuck everybody else!
Fuck everybody else! fuck everybody else!
Real lyricists and fuck everybody else!
All my street soldiers STAND UP!
Arm yourselves!

What the fuck happened to rap? I need


To put my lyrical clip in
It’s on homie, gun clapping is back
These pop acts make me wanna pop gats
This whole shit is fucked up
Coz radio just broadcast trash
Surround the wack, blast my semi-auto tracks
Launching deadly hollow caps and
Taking out the whack
And many follow that, swallow that
I’ll burn you vocal like a bottle Jack
You thought you had the streets
Coz I was gone
Well we just got ‘em back! Homie
You can check my team
It’s super ugly when you get
Us all together, Sick, tech & Chi
This reign of terror won't end with me
I spawned a little psycho coz my
Baby momma kept that seed
Now I'mma take a little trip
To these radio stations
Grab them punk ass DJs
Wave guns in their faces
If they don’t play my shit
Then it’s "Welcome to Hell"
Coz all we want is Immortal Tech
Chino & the Psycho Realm!

Immortal Technique and fuck everybody else!
Fuck everybody else! fuck everybody else!
Psycho Realm and fuck everybody else!
Fuck everybody else! fuck everybody else!
Chino XL and fuck everybody else!
Fuck everybody else! fuck everybody else!
Real lyricists and fuck everybody else!
All my street soldiers STAND UP!
Arm yourselves!

Chino’s ill, slap off your cosmetics
I arm myself like a
Veteran putting on prosthetics
My barbaric genetics bring pain
The only Revolution that you’ve ever seen
Is Prince’s group in Purple Rain
Deranged monster is sponsored
You get shit on and pissed on like
Tila Tequila at a Juggalos concert
Ain’t tryna be glamorous
Hammers we snap like cameras
I’m fuckin’ intense like
Teenage camp councilors
Spit blood through your stereo, there we go
Time for your burial
Fag niggas, after you rhyme say no hetero
(hahaha) my murderous sentences
No secrets where my weapons is
Locked in the closet next to
Pop rappers' sexual preferences
Amber alert
Your girl's mouth ran away with my kids
If you’re sick then I should be
Diagnosed with three days to live
You slip I kidnap you and
Give you a mean death
Beat you with your Blackberry till
There's barely a screen left
Jack and Tech my dawgs like
Andrés in the Philippines
My mistress is villainy
Rape and pillage ‘em lyrically
My symphony's sinfully biblically
Loved by killers
Who gives a fuck who’s the greatest rapper
Alive as-long as Chino’s the illest!

Fuck a silent Revolution, soldier
I'm on the warpath
I’ll throw my commandments down
On your platinum calf
You'll get your face slashed like
A Rikers Island reminder
Behind ya snipers will find ya
Whether you run to China
Or try to crawl the fuck
Back in your mother's vagina (bitch)
And I don't need a fuckin' co-signer
(hahaha) to murder gassed up underground
Niggas like coal miners
Bring it back paying homage to the old timers
I was bred as a carnivore, bred as a cannibal
Flow sicker than pictures of
People fuckin' animals
Like a car crash ripped in
Half neck to the crotch
Muthafuckas scared to stare but
They secretly watch
Niggas wanna play Shaytan? Well
Let's get it on
I fire missiles like the fuckin'
Shit that hit the Pentagon
You not strong enough to do a
Song with me I'm the truth
Like Tina Turner motherfucker
You'll get raped in a booth!