Immortal Technique, Diabolic - Hidden Track lyrics
[Immortal Technique, Diabolic - Hidden Track lyrics]
Over huh? But it's not
You didn't count on a
Fallen angel gettin' back
Into the grace of god and coming after
You y'all niggas ain't shit
Your producers ain't
Shit your fuckin' A&R ain't shit
I will fuckin' wipe my ass with
Your demo deal yo Diabolic
Take this mothafucka's head off!
Go ahead and grip Glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock
With hyperdermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your writtens and holla back
Can't freestyle
You're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface
I'm over heatin' your receiver circuit's
By unleashin' deeper verses than
Priests speak in churches
But your preach is worthless, you worship
Defeat the purpose
Like President Bush takin' bullets
For the secret service
Beyond what y'all fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion like havin'
A straight faced orgasm tour jack 'em
Have his half a ten bitch
Suck my friend's dick in the meantime
You can french kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade
Spreadin' cancer plague
Just fuckin' a pussy's face
Holdin' a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin', faggot
You're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress
Off my chest like breast reduction
You mothafuckas are nothing
You cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby
And start an army
Storm the planet huntin' you down
Cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a
Billion one celled organisms
Immortal Technique'd destroy your religion
You stupid bitch
You're faker than blue eyed crackers
Nailed to a crucifix
I'm 'bout to blow up like
NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time it'self
I'm gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you
Fuck using a chrome piece i'm illmatic
You won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for
Thinkin' of dissin' me
And then use your dead body to
Write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy
Brainwashed your psychology
So you're nothing like diversity
Without equality and your crew if full of
More faggots than Greek mythology
Using numerology to count the people
I sent to heaven
Produces more digit's than twenty-two
Divided by seven you like Kevin Spacey
Your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop
You not a mothafuckin' thug yet
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain
That appreciates culture in a racist
Face it, you too basic
You never gonna make it
Like children walkin' thru
Antarctica butt naked