Immortal Technique, DJ Next, Rok One - Fucked Up for life lyrics

[Immortal Technique, DJ Next, Rok One - Fucked Up for life lyrics]

Platinum Ice! Y'all don't hate on big next
Y'all don't hate on big next
Cause if you do you'll get fucked up
You'll get fucked up for life
Y'all don't hate on rok one
Y'all don't hate on rok one
Cause if you do you'll get fucked up
You'll get fucked up for life

I spit the type of shit that makes
Cats throw in the the towel
The type of shit that makes it
Hard to hold in your bowels
And I go to war like Colon Powell
And shoot my flows straight and narrow the
Glow holds through your bone marrow
Poison arrows rip through your
Clothes and apparel
I couldn't care if you rock
More gold than a pharaoh
Or more ice than Hova
You tyin' to fight this soldier it's no
Dice son your life is over
I'm like a bullet lodged
In your right shoulder
You fuck around and come
Up missing like Mulder
I bring beef with a side of fries and a soda
You're outta here go on peace
Nice to know ya
My flow unleashed is like ammonia
And bleach and I'm
Prone to defeat an opponent that's weak
Son I ain't in this for the love
I'm in this so I can eat
And if you rappers try to stop
Me than you gonna get beat
So you can test me
And fail with embarrassment
I'm white but you're the one
Who pales in comparison
Let it be known even tho I
Ain't got brown skin tone
I get stupid on tracks it's
Like I have downs syndrome
Plus an extra chromosome to
Boost my vocal tone
You think you're living large I'm
Overgrown like a mobile home
Y'all get broken bones actin
Like you totin' chrome
Bro please your whole steez is
Full of gay overtones
Y'all don't fool me with
Those thug references
We both know what your sexual preference is
Your true colors showing through about
As loud as pink can't even join a boy band
Cause you out of sync
Here's what happens when you can't
Spit without a drink
Or when you let hot 97 tell you how to think
A cat like me gets in that ass
About as fast as you blink
Man I could make reformed felons
Run back to the clink
Sometimes I feel as if I
Should be facing the shrink
Because for me killing emcees is
Just a basic instinct
I'll take on any specimen whether
White black or Mexican
Bring on the best of em I'll
Have you all bleeding estrogen
The sickest cat that you heard in your life
I jacked the fucking vocal booth
And murdered the mic
Ya'll should call me Berkowitz cause
No challenge is iller
You're fucking with a 44 raw caliber killer
A rap valedictorian with the
Strength of 40 men
You couldn't stop me if you
Hopped in a Delorean
And went back in time and
Prevented my folks from meeting
Cause Rok's one emcee you
Verbal slowpokes ain't beating bring it!

Y'all don't hate on rok one
Y'all don't hate on rok one
Cause if you do you'll get fucked up
You'll get fucked up for life

Y'all don't hate on Technique
Cause i'll take you're drivers license
And i'll kill the oldest and youngest
Person at that fucking address

Some stupid niggas don't care
About going to prison
As long as they got another dumb
Nigga to go with em
But I'm beyond that rhythm cause
It ain't my steez
I'm out for the foreign bank
Accounts with the swiss cheese
To support a foundation
For underground emcees
Trying to abolish slavery enforced
By record companies
Destroy the bourgeois disease
Of overseas monopolies
Grieving the industry mercenaries attempt
To be clocking me but they don't understand
I'm revolution there ain't no stopping me
Until even people in other dimensions
Are boppin to me including every entity in
Every fucking galaxy
I rhyme beyond frequency to reach
The powers that be
And hold God to his promise
In Malachi chapter 3
I wrote J's with Z's but
I'm not a Rockefeller
Even with a laser guided scope you
Can't see me like Helen Keller
I've giving 30 year old bitches they
Grew back like they were stellar
But when I'm on the west coast
My style is hella nice
Cause I write books on papyrus
With the blood of Christ
And leave your body split
Like genetically spliced mice
I'm nicer than receiving ice
For your anniversary
Me and the mic go back like
Motherfuckers who met in nursery
You have no type of effect when
You spit a verse at me
Like a bitch whose face I nutted
On trying to curse at me
Cause I crucified my adversaries mercilessly
Murdered counter-revolutionaries personally
Imagine that
Ima smoke a nigga workin with me?
Imagine me catchin a record
Executive jerkin me
Break a thermometer and force
Feed his kids mercury
There ain't no lyrical torture on the
Earth that's worse than me
Most emcees are a plague on
Humanity like a disease
Fake thugs fake pimps fake playas and G's
That I'll crumble like self
Defeating racist ideologies

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