Immortal Technique, D. Rymz - Anomalies lyrics

Ayyo you’re blind to the fact ‘cause you’re
A coward and a dreamer
A pussy like Nazis hiding in Argentina
Pop shit
I’ll catch you quicker than a misdemeanor
And put you in a fucking box next to Selena
‘Cause I’m the meanest motherfucker
You could ever imagine
Incarcerate the universe inside a single atom
But since the populous can’t
Fathom space and stars, i’ll spit
Razorblades that cover your face with scars
Killing you
On the spot like you saw the face of God
Empty the clip in you and load
Sixteen for your squad dying is easy
But living with Satan’s gonna be hard i spit
Revolutionary bars that’ll touch ya
Bolshevik status
Murder you like the King of Russia
And on your tombstone
Chisel "Fake Motherfucker"
Cocksucker, I played you ‘cause I’m the God
But I wouldn’t send
My son to save you i gave
You the pieces to reconstruct
The world of the past
But all you could do was ridicule
The future and laugh
So I’ma split you in half
Machine gun to your belly
And then I’ll piss all
Over your little sister like R kelly i got
More connections than illegals
Selling microchips to hunt you
Down after I destroy
The mic when I spit immortal Technique
Bitch! I’m a real lyricist other
People just use Jay-Z
As their ventriloquist now run
And tell your boss you motherfucking snitch

Most cats can’t remember me because my
Brain shaking energy
Mentally hitting victims so hard
They lose they memory and generally
You’d rather go to Hell than be my enemy
You’re men’ll be with a foot in
Their chest there’s the penalty
Devine’ll mutilate drum beats before I touch
An emcee in the cypher
I lubricate the tough piece
Spin against his Earth ‘til
His reality’s reversed, so when
He spit's his best verse, it
Comes out as his worse, so life
Begins in a hearse and ends it with birth
So everything
That he hate, he loves until it hurts
My logic is sick all you chumps
Gotta get sticked hot as
The clip that was dipped up in
The bottomless pit with knowledge
Equipped, I thieve on the foolish
Reason I knew this:
Jesus and Judas, Caesar and Brutus
David, Goliath, I’m seizing Devine
You heathens are blind
Be warned: I storm like
All four seasons combined
Carve your extremities like mob
In the Genovese heat the part of the brain
In charge of the memories
Dudes done forgot how we starved in the ‘70s
Sons continuing wars
Our fathers were enemies
In these dark spots
The don bomb like the Lebanese
The wicked trying to replace
God with celebrities yeah, you heard me
The wicked trying to replace
God with celebrities

Too real too fake you’re trying to be
My power with words something you
Ain’t trying to see
A real lyricist in death, so honor me
I am what you’re not, I’m an anomaly