Immortal Technique - Crossing the Boundary lyrics

Danger! Beat Bandit's, nigga!
Yeah, Harlem to Chicago to LA to Toronto
Philly, motherfuckin' Rio De Janeiro, nigga
Cape Town, South Africa

I never make songs to disrespect women
Or to judge people about the
Way that they livin'
But the way I am is based
On the life I was given
Like them white boys, losin' my religion
I used to be a Christian and a political pawn
The Bible is right and all
Your native culture is wrong
Next thing you know you tellin'
Me 'bout makin' a song come in the studio
And tell me that I'm makin' it wrong
Pissed off 'cause reality is
Makin' us strong like the ghost of Timothy
McVeigh makin' a bomb
Ayo, Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is goin' on?
These rap niggas made propaganda
Out of your song but it's the Gong Show
Amateur night at the Apollo
My dick is like my music
But harder to swallow
So, children, follow me, like the Pied Piper
And sing the chorus in the air
With your blunt and your lighter
Sing that shit, nigga, right now

You played yourself thinkin' you
Down with me i end your life, nigga
Don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen
Then you bound to see the way you get shot
For crossin' the boundary
You played yourself thinkin' that
You down with me i end your life, nigga
Don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen
Then you bound to see the way you get shot
For crossin' the boundary

Yeah, yeah

The second verse is worse than
The first in this respect
Scripted specifically to keep people in check
Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me
But Landspeed, you ain't fuckin' shit to me
And underground labels
Know that I don't trust you
You only independent 'til you major
So fuck you!
And if you're pissed off 'cause you
Think that I dissed you
I'll rape your moms and we can
Make this a personal issue
Dance with the Devil
Remember that you're not on my level
Stupid, you're not ready i won Disypher
Bragging Rights from Rocksteady
And practically every battle that they
Got in New York
And I'll still murder rappers on
The street for sport
Doctor Guillotine cuttin' you short
Little man but you don't give me props
'cause I never won at Scribble Jam
Well, fuck you! I hope someone you love dies
So fuck your crew! And fuck your family too!
Technique said it, bitch
What the fuck you gon' do?

You played yourself thinkin' you
Down with me i end your life, nigga
Don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen
Then you bound to see the way you get shot
For crossin' the boundary
You played yourself thinkin' that
You down with me i end your life, nigga
Don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen
Then you bound to see the way you get shot
For crossin' the boundary

Yeah, wrap it up on these niggas, man!
Wrap it up, yeah!

Immortal Technique incinerate degenerate fags
Burn Trent Lott wrapped in
His Confederate flag
I got the Beretta with my
Face wrapped in a rag
So put the African slave jewelry in the bag
Motherfuckers tell me that a
Diamond is forever but is it worth the blood
Of Malcolm and Medgar Evers?
House niggas, get your head severed
Tryna be thug you don't concern me
I'm tryin' to hurt the people you love
Word of mouth is I'm in the club
Bein' sneaky i'm like the body snatchers
And your girl is gettin' sleepy
I murder you indiscreetly
Right at the source
Like the Roman legionnaire that stabbed
Christ on the cross
This is about you, though
It ain't about Jesus
And you shouldn't fuckin'
Talk about telekenesis
Nigga, please, movin' shit with your mind
Try movin' your moms out the
Projects with your rhymes
And next time, I'm comin' after cualquiera
Profanity, fuckin' carajo maldita mierda!
Roll up the hierba, y pasala
Para la izquierda
Put the price up to listen to me pop shit
'Cause I got Martha Stewart
Givin' me stock tips
Underground money with honeys up in the whip
Bangbuscom, nigga, fuckin' your bitch

Yeah, played yourself, nigga
Fuck all y'all!
You don't know shit about me
Why open your mouth and discuss
Who the fuck I am?
I thought I told y'all niggas on Volume 1
I wasn't fuckin' around, you just slept
'Cause you sold a few thousand
Unit's in the golden era
When niggas would buy anything on the shelf
Those days are through
And you are through with them