Immortal Technique, Fresno aka Madsol-Desar, C-Rayz Walz - Keepin’ It Raw lyrics

"How can we be sure of anything?"
"Keepin’ it raw" - Immortal Technique

Yo, shut the fuck up my
Life like a photo shoot
Superman style, switch clothes in
A phone booth, so loose
James Bond-proof with a gold tooth
Showing troops how to move loot in a
Warzone you soup like wanton
Without chips like Bon Ton
Blow your face up calm
Smack you with bomb palms
Be explosive, Independence Day rewind
God on stage, wise man C-Rayz shine
Fuck your mind up get slain
You plain piece of brain
You a rookie thirsty to bust
But you can’t aim now we move frames like
Museums with big names
Get slain on the D Train, disclaim your fame
Denounce your name
Sell your soul like that chain
It’s rain for you thirsty birds eat my words
I slurred some of the illest
Verbs on these curbs
Trucks swerve on the birds
Got the power to splurge and make ‘em merge

"Keepin’ it raw" - Immortal Technique
"Wanted by the law for" - Reek Geez
From Da Youngsta - "Verbal Glock"

I’m the reason that the rest
Of your life is obsolete, motherfucker
I’ll wave my hand and lift
You off of your feet, hold you
Above the city and drop you onto the street
Elevate your dead body and watch
History repeat as I
Drop you from the stratosphere
Back to the concrete, them I’ma
Send a psychic probe to bomb
Your fleet and psychologically
Reconstruct all of your peeps i’m like
The Bodysnatchers, motherfucker
You shouldn’t sleep
I penetrate deep with murderous tactics
I’m raw
Like AIDS patients that are sexually active
Who don’t tell the people that they fuck
What they contracted i’ll smack
The top of your head and leave
Your body compacted i impact the earth
Causing worldwide emergency you couldn’t
Face-Off with me during plastic
Surgery i don’t need to destroy you with
The communist insurgency
I’ll just look at you and
Leave you "Bleeding Internally"

"Keepin’ it raw" - Immortal Technique
"Wanted by the law for" - Reek Geez
From Da Youngsta - "Verbal Glock"

Immortal Technique and C-Rayz
Two dark men that use
A mic to spark men like
Phil Hartman at point-blank
Or miles away like the
Greatest marksman when the
Devil takes a human form
Then I stomp men from Chicago
To Compton, New York to Boston (Boston)
Spitting automatically don’t make me get
On some record label
Mentality and start pimping
Every single member of your family

"Wanted by the law" - Reek Geez
From Da Youngsta - "Verbal Glock"
"yeah, I got some last words fuck all y’all"

Son of a gun
On punishment, my father was a strict 9
Strychnine spooked by the Tales of
The Crypt Keeper inside
Opposite of MLK, I’m a violent brother
Slash your girl’s best friend
Call me "Diamond Cutter"
I freestyle like runaway slave Olympics
Abstract regular, complex simplistics
Throwing stones at tanks, I rock
Heavy metal battle me, boy
I wish you would
Wood like Geppetto i’m fully dressed
Butt naked, authentically faking
Earthquake-shaking
Like my wife’s vibrations windstorms hit like
Uncertain arrivals of lizards i stand close
To walls like number four to blizzards
I smoke gats
Save ‘em to puff later gun clips
Sun spit's with tremendous force
Like tongue bricks
Drop hot shit like addicts
Of Tabasco and cajun
C-Rayz, Stronghold, Plague born blazing!
"Keepin’ it raw" - Immortal Technique