Immortal Technique - Reverse Pimpology lyrics
[Immortal Technique - Reverse Pimpology lyrics]
Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders
Y'all niggas wanna be pimps and players?
This ain't 1997 nigga
I'd rather be rich and unhappy
Than broke and miserable
Cause the game don't give a
FUCK if you lyrical and that's pitiful
So my position is pivotal
You can hate me all you like
But you worship the principle
I inspire revolution
The government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge
They pimpin you all up in the hood
Like McDonald's and liquor
Selling AIDS medicine
When we know you got the cure nigga (woo)
You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me
From a business perspective
It makes more sense clearly cause moreover
That's what we go to war over
And numbers don't lie unless we
Do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make money disingenuously
But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry
Smart nigga from the hood, pussy
What type of crime is that?
But exec's are like
"You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?"
Stupid
Can't dodge the game
If you lookin' for the money or the fame
(oh ohh)
The players and the rules ain't changed
(oh no) but see we tryin' to leave a name
So we're turnin' out
Yeah, this is how pimps get
Pimped and players get played
Rich people get robbed and, broke niggas paid
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and LA
Miami, DC, B-more and out in the Bay
We're tearin it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake that claim
If we didn't it's a cryin shame
What we're concerned about is how
To turn it out
Show me a pretty girl
With the world stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother
That's tired of fuckin her
Lots of niggas girls is someone
Else's one night stand
I probably made some bitches nervous
Listenin with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry
Fuck you! What you think
Revolutionaries don't like to fuck too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head like a kufi
Some rappers think that they live in a movie
Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out
Nigga you know who you be
Look, most people are only players
Cause they got played
And have not, let go of that
Shit since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks
Doesn't it?
But you shouldn't fuck up someone
Else's life because of it
Someone did your mother like that
That's why you fatherless
Before jail or racist cops
That's what the problem is
See who's the one to place that blame
We getting trapped in cycle of pain
With a generation headed down the drain
That's how we're turning out
This is how pimps get pimped
And players get played
Beautiful women get cheated on
And gangsters strayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin Louisiana
Regardless of the money you're paid
You spend it on a watch and a chain
But can't offer your children a thing
What the hell is goin' on in your brain?
Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper
I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a wack rapper
Moonlighting as a bad actor
I treat labels like the projects
Cause I'm a hater (what)
Go to the Sony building and
Piss in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers
Bootleg my own album, to reach customers
(yeah) every city, state and country
The hood love me
Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me
They say underground fans are all
The color of talcum
But who the fuck you think
Buy 50 and Jay albums?
Who the fuck you think made
Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any major record label and ask 'em
But there's some
Devils in disguise in hip-hop
That belong at Republican fundraisers
With Kid Rock (bitch)
I hope one of my fans has
One of your kids shot (bitch)
And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot
You a pussy actin hard like a bitch cop
I'll drop you to the floor
Like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and shit on you
Like a highway pit stop and make
Revolutionaries out of kids that
Used to flip rocks the government, pimped 9
11 to go to Iraq
And history, repeats it'self right on track
(how?) first as a tragedy
And then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause it's funny
Motherfuckers don't see it come around again
Where, can we be free?
(FUCK we gon' be free man?)
We only wanna live our lives
Live our lives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes open your eyes
You stupid motherfuckers -
You stupid motherfuckers
Open your eyes, before you die
Y'all niggas wanna be pimps and players?
This ain't 1997 nigga
I'd rather be rich and unhappy
Than broke and miserable
Cause the game don't give a
FUCK if you lyrical and that's pitiful
So my position is pivotal
You can hate me all you like
But you worship the principle
I inspire revolution
The government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge
They pimpin you all up in the hood
Like McDonald's and liquor
Selling AIDS medicine
When we know you got the cure nigga (woo)
You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me
From a business perspective
It makes more sense clearly cause moreover
That's what we go to war over
And numbers don't lie unless we
Do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make money disingenuously
But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry
Smart nigga from the hood, pussy
What type of crime is that?
But exec's are like
"You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?"
Stupid
Can't dodge the game
If you lookin' for the money or the fame
(oh ohh)
The players and the rules ain't changed
(oh no) but see we tryin' to leave a name
So we're turnin' out
Yeah, this is how pimps get
Pimped and players get played
Rich people get robbed and, broke niggas paid
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and LA
Miami, DC, B-more and out in the Bay
We're tearin it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake that claim
If we didn't it's a cryin shame
What we're concerned about is how
To turn it out
Show me a pretty girl
With the world stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother
That's tired of fuckin her
Lots of niggas girls is someone
Else's one night stand
I probably made some bitches nervous
Listenin with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry
Fuck you! What you think
Revolutionaries don't like to fuck too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head like a kufi
Some rappers think that they live in a movie
Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out
Nigga you know who you be
Look, most people are only players
Cause they got played
And have not, let go of that
Shit since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks
Doesn't it?
But you shouldn't fuck up someone
Else's life because of it
Someone did your mother like that
That's why you fatherless
Before jail or racist cops
That's what the problem is
See who's the one to place that blame
We getting trapped in cycle of pain
With a generation headed down the drain
That's how we're turning out
This is how pimps get pimped
And players get played
Beautiful women get cheated on
And gangsters strayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin Louisiana
Regardless of the money you're paid
You spend it on a watch and a chain
But can't offer your children a thing
What the hell is goin' on in your brain?
Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper
I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a wack rapper
Moonlighting as a bad actor
I treat labels like the projects
Cause I'm a hater (what)
Go to the Sony building and
Piss in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers
Bootleg my own album, to reach customers
(yeah) every city, state and country
The hood love me
Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me
They say underground fans are all
The color of talcum
But who the fuck you think
Buy 50 and Jay albums?
Who the fuck you think made
Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any major record label and ask 'em
But there's some
Devils in disguise in hip-hop
That belong at Republican fundraisers
With Kid Rock (bitch)
I hope one of my fans has
One of your kids shot (bitch)
And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot
You a pussy actin hard like a bitch cop
I'll drop you to the floor
Like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and shit on you
Like a highway pit stop and make
Revolutionaries out of kids that
Used to flip rocks the government, pimped 9
11 to go to Iraq
And history, repeats it'self right on track
(how?) first as a tragedy
And then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause it's funny
Motherfuckers don't see it come around again
Where, can we be free?
(FUCK we gon' be free man?)
We only wanna live our lives
Live our lives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes open your eyes
You stupid motherfuckers -
You stupid motherfuckers
Open your eyes, before you die
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