Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Diabolic - Belignorant lyrics

Yeah poison Pen, Stronghold, Diabolic
Teach out to Immortal Technique dJ Static
This baby
Pick Your Poison, Who's The Master
We coming for yall muthafuckaz

Immortal Technique nigga
I’m back with a vengeance
I put you on parole
You won’t get to finish your sentence
The prognite stick beat down
Will be relentless
From Iraqi trenches, to the park benches
You don’t want drama
My niggas is like piranhas
That’ll leave your momma looking like
The Central Park jogger rolling a blunt
In a Pakistani cave with Osama
While they walk you on the phone
With Bush and his father
Ya’ll muthafuckaz don’t know
What belignorant is
We mad at the world like illegitimate kids
Slap you up, Harlem style
And spit on your whizz
Punch a hole in your chest
And rip out your ribs
So don’t talk shit pussy
Just see me in person
I bleed you for certain
Nigga I believe you was cursing
Rehearsing your battle verses
And talking reckless
You better stay in a place
That got metal detectors
Bitch, you don’t hit switches
You switch sexes fuck Jacob The Jeweller
I gave your mom a pearl necklace
Write with a Poison Pen
This shit's infectious
Wicked like a catholic
Bishop without repentance
Bitches who like bougy attention
I don’t need i stay in the hood
Like niggas that don’t read
Technique and Diabolic’ll put you
In a hospital
Unplugging your fuckin' life-support module

Yo, Diabolic
I laugh at life death and anguish
And stay talkin' shit like
It's my second language
I drink away my stress with a case of Becks
Takin' more shots than 50's face and chest
Burnin' haze unless I'm out
Sparkin' the chocolate
Drunk stage diving, startin' a mosh-pit
Part of my logic's dodging maisonic lodges
Or plottin' to stop in with
A Glock and rob it
Unlock the knowledge, human sacrifice
While they movin' satellites with
Zoom-in camera sight
I lose my appetite, confused and mad at life
Actin' cool 'till I act a
Fool and smash your wife
Belignorant, down to my
Mug-shot and fingerprints
Honestly, I don't give a fuck
What you think of it go figure it
A scumbag on a preacher's frequency
I leave the reaper sleepin' peacefully
For even peekin' in

Yeah, I'm a bohemuth, a goon with brains
Wildin' out, just romp a room
A gang stoppin' the fool who
Can't gut a mouth
Old train is null and void
It's a no-brainer, we them Gully Boys
Get a grip prick, I care about what
With a brick fist
Push it with hair in the duck poison puff
Don't think the man should
I would do that dope smoke
While the trees so damn good
It's a reflex, I leave a legacy
I'm Brooklyn like the D Steps, flash?
Snatch begets, this hatchet that I got
Order, or trashcan while they grab their neck
I ain't no gansta rapper
I'm a rapper that's gangsta
We make cadavers out of
Your favorite bastards
There's so much pussy 'round here
I don't know who to blast
It's kind of strong
It'll leave you kind of fucked
Yo there's? of us, I say? too much
I don't writes raps on loosely, playbook
Since I got my side contager, why use paper
Yo I come to your town (knuckle you up)
Then knuckle you down (throw your hood up)
I'll burn your hood down, do not try it
We can re-inact it the? I grab my gloves
Hit the block with straight
Ground hood niggas
You in the club, puffin' cock
Straight grind on niggas
Your flow, got a lot of fag in it
So I got flammable Bibles with a rag in it
I'm a Frugu dude, ha you know that
I'll cop a dozen tomorrow, save for 2012
And front like it's the dough bad
You know that when I rock it
You hear that Rocky theme music
What they bop to is Mr soapy Clean music
Bitch
Boy why ya scared, cause I'm 'bout to?
And we weigh 300 plus, or four of
Y'all mothafuckas is like one of us, dudes
One day or another, I'mma find
You, I'mma getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One day or another, I'mma find you
I'mma getcha