Immortal Technique, Psycho Realm, Symphonies - Hollywood Drive By lyrics
[Immortal Technique, Psycho Realm, Symphonies - Hollywood Drive By lyrics]
Somebody talked shit to me in
LA and never lived
Cause brown roll deeper than red
Or blue ever did
I got bullets that'll rip through your ribs
More painful than watching R kelly
Piss on your kids
Here's the ultimatum mothafucka
Give me that ASCAP
Or give America Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks
Some niggas don't think the Underground
Is grimy and dirty
'Til they find your body on
A fucking highway in Jersey
I fire rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight
Like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture didn't give
You that fitted hat
To memorize a ghostwritten shit verse
And spit it back i won't let your wack
Rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole generation with
Their fathers in prison
You live inside the image of
An Era that's gone
Like government officials trying
To justify Vietnam
I'll leave niggas traumatized like
They momma died and they was responsible for
The driveby homicide
And I don't market revolution, I live it
What you think cause you fake
Everyone else is a gimmick
Jealous bickering, industry slaves
The nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born into
A life of servitude
Until we murder you making
The red carpet burgundy
The Psycho Realm and the streets
Were I prefer to be
Hollywood Driveby, motherfucking murderfest
Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence
'Revolution' motherfucka you heard of it
I light the spliff with the
Flag while Im burning it
Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas
War with the system like
The streets of Oaxaca
Yea 'Revolution' motherfucka yea you
Scared of it
Well it's coming to the industry now
So be prepared for it
You're on some bullshit tracks I
Spit them full clip raps
While most of these 'gangsta rappers'
Are some full fledge rats
The real Gs stay strapped in full combat
What you see in the videos is full on acts
The streets don't believe you homie
Armaggeddon in the rap game is coming
And we lead the army
Rock 'Terror Tape' out of your sounds
Got hostages in pink
This is what they call hip hop now
I keep that metro shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is thru
Making money is about to extinct
You know the radio is trying to
Kill rap with that shit
The only thing dying is the
DJs when the K spit
We'll hit his CEOs and blow up A&Rs
Im taking your chips like crashing
Your game of cards
This is how I eat holmes I will give you bars
And take the life of these stars
For the state of ours
Hollywood Driveby, motherfucking murderfest
Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence
'Revolution' motherfucka you heard of it
I light the spliff with the
Flag while Im burning it
Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas
War with the system like
The streets of Oaxaca
Yea 'Revolution' motherfucka yea you
Scared of it
Well it's coming to the industry now
So be prepared for it
Im from the city of fallen stars
The home of bangin hard
Waitin for them at the Radio City Hall
To snatch em out their fuckin cars
Expose em for what they are: narcs, jakes
Snake informants
Feeding us horse shit, blaze up all of them
They say "Hi!"p hop doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up
Like punk rock kids
Pumped up by some corporate endorsement
Dead corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya little fame is over
We'll send little homies for
Closer like bankers
Cuz you owe us the mortgage
For exploiting the lifestyle that many died
Jailed up for storage
Leaving most of us hopeless
Homies radio focused
What we're building got em all afraid
Gimme the K I'll be honored
To ignite the flame
That'll burn down the game
Whats fame? Keep it a movement a sonic war
Motherfucka you sleepin
Hollywood Driveby, motherfucking murderfest
Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence
'Revolution' motherfucka you heard of it
I light the spliff with the
Flag while Im burning it
Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas
War with the system like
The streets of Oaxaca
Yea 'Revolution' motherfucka yea you
Scared of it
Well it's coming to the industry now
So be prepared for it
LA and never lived
Cause brown roll deeper than red
Or blue ever did
I got bullets that'll rip through your ribs
More painful than watching R kelly
Piss on your kids
Here's the ultimatum mothafucka
Give me that ASCAP
Or give America Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks
Some niggas don't think the Underground
Is grimy and dirty
'Til they find your body on
A fucking highway in Jersey
I fire rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight
Like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture didn't give
You that fitted hat
To memorize a ghostwritten shit verse
And spit it back i won't let your wack
Rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole generation with
Their fathers in prison
You live inside the image of
An Era that's gone
Like government officials trying
To justify Vietnam
I'll leave niggas traumatized like
They momma died and they was responsible for
The driveby homicide
And I don't market revolution, I live it
What you think cause you fake
Everyone else is a gimmick
Jealous bickering, industry slaves
The nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born into
A life of servitude
Until we murder you making
The red carpet burgundy
The Psycho Realm and the streets
Were I prefer to be
Hollywood Driveby, motherfucking murderfest
Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence
'Revolution' motherfucka you heard of it
I light the spliff with the
Flag while Im burning it
Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas
War with the system like
The streets of Oaxaca
Yea 'Revolution' motherfucka yea you
Scared of it
Well it's coming to the industry now
So be prepared for it
You're on some bullshit tracks I
Spit them full clip raps
While most of these 'gangsta rappers'
Are some full fledge rats
The real Gs stay strapped in full combat
What you see in the videos is full on acts
The streets don't believe you homie
Armaggeddon in the rap game is coming
And we lead the army
Rock 'Terror Tape' out of your sounds
Got hostages in pink
This is what they call hip hop now
I keep that metro shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is thru
Making money is about to extinct
You know the radio is trying to
Kill rap with that shit
The only thing dying is the
DJs when the K spit
We'll hit his CEOs and blow up A&Rs
Im taking your chips like crashing
Your game of cards
This is how I eat holmes I will give you bars
And take the life of these stars
For the state of ours
Hollywood Driveby, motherfucking murderfest
Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence
'Revolution' motherfucka you heard of it
I light the spliff with the
Flag while Im burning it
Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas
War with the system like
The streets of Oaxaca
Yea 'Revolution' motherfucka yea you
Scared of it
Well it's coming to the industry now
So be prepared for it
Im from the city of fallen stars
The home of bangin hard
Waitin for them at the Radio City Hall
To snatch em out their fuckin cars
Expose em for what they are: narcs, jakes
Snake informants
Feeding us horse shit, blaze up all of them
They say "Hi!"p hop doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up
Like punk rock kids
Pumped up by some corporate endorsement
Dead corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya little fame is over
We'll send little homies for
Closer like bankers
Cuz you owe us the mortgage
For exploiting the lifestyle that many died
Jailed up for storage
Leaving most of us hopeless
Homies radio focused
What we're building got em all afraid
Gimme the K I'll be honored
To ignite the flame
That'll burn down the game
Whats fame? Keep it a movement a sonic war
Motherfucka you sleepin
Hollywood Driveby, motherfucking murderfest
Weed clouds in the air that cause turbulence
'Revolution' motherfucka you heard of it
I light the spliff with the
Flag while Im burning it
Hollywood Driveby, spraying the cucarachas
War with the system like
The streets of Oaxaca
Yea 'Revolution' motherfucka yea you
Scared of it
Well it's coming to the industry now
So be prepared for it