Immortal Technique - That’s What It Is lyrics

(Invasion) ok let's go talk to em' holler
Don't you get tired of hearing niggas
Say that shit? all the time?
Why can't you shut the fuck
Up and rhyme nigga?!

Yeah yeah used to run around getting my
Fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem
Had a green zone what good is a good
Education with no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one
To vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets
In the clip for protection
Like a crowd packed in the
Front without the midsection
Used to live robbing and
Stealing and being reckless
It took time for my mind to
Put the ghetto in perspective


I used to live in the back of a holding van
Used to be offbeat like the
White girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a acappella
No beat behind bars shed blood to make it
Like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle
Champion in the meanwhile
Before some of you little
Fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I never snitched
And that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you
Don't ever forget it bitch
Cause everybody knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves
But they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to
Hard-core lyricist your wax is useless
Rappers are dropping like Icarus
Technological revolution nigga picture this

Motherfucka what?

Yeah i told you what it was
But this is what it is now lyrical bullets
Packed to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery
I'm shutting this shit down
Fellas put your hands up and the
All the women strip down
That's not misogynist you ostriches
Cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the populace
Or challenge what the market is
With militant caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of Hip
Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen
I bring the drama on i'm sinful, I eat you
Broad daylight on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations
Now we taking back Delucci
Don't tell me you spent it on coke
Like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside
Looking in wondering what the fuck Hip
Hop would've been this is what it is
As opposed to what it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant species the new breed that
Won't let you breath
I'll make you die for what I believe
So we got nothing in common
There ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas
I got beef with Aryans
White power Nazi European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection
Ripping a ball through the record section
Flight connection to the Chechen
Border for guerrilla lessons
Fuck a middle man distributor
I got a choice now this ain't Volume 1
I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country four times over
I'm older and wiser poisonous words
You'll find strychnine in my saliva

(motherfucka what? bring it to 'em raw)

I told you what it was
But this is what it is now
50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet nigga we
Shooting the shit down
Bomb wall street and make the
Stock market dip down
I told you what it was
But this is what it is now
You the shit nigga? I don't
Care about shit now
I play the role of Abraham
Idols get ripped down melt the ice caps
And make all of this shit drown

(No one out there can fuck with me)
(motherfucka what?, I speak that real shit)
(to smash the airwaves)
(I don't want to tell
You motherfuckers again)

"We’ve developed a new product it’s
Completely synthetic, therefore, no growing
No refining, no peasants, best of
All no international borders
No customs agents there in that case
In front of you are two
Detailed perspecti on marketing
And anticipated cash flow and so forth…"

"You racist Americans
You just want to cut us poor
Hispanics completely out of the market"

"Now I think you know that there
Is no such thing as
An American anymore no Hispanics, no
Japanese, no blacks, no whites
No nothing just rich people and poor people"