Immortal Technique, Pumpkinhead, Jean Grae - The Illest lyrics

I burn my bridges with a blow torch
A rebel born from verbal holocaust
Dirty and never try to cleanse
To get the drama off
Swiftest stealth assassin snipe you
From balcony shots a terrorist position
Professional from the opera box
Rhyme documents infamous like the
Bill of Rights illa tight
Havin' niggas open like the thrill of dykes
Jean Grae, Yakuza mass murderer
Friends who got the dirt on her
Foes who never heard of her
Wild Style, my mouth bomb the train up
I spit Krylon in five colors
When I speak I spray my name up
Split your wig up like Denny Bruce
Splash your remains and brains out
On the street like Henny and juice
Noose your neck and loosen
Your spine from back shift your spleen
Rip 'til it's just obscene
From downtown swingin' it, New York
Illest who rip it
Ever, flow like a river, fuck
Your girl like a nigga, what

I've been through hell and back
Scars swell on my back
I spit bars, y'all spit repetitive raps
I'm a street dude who decided to rhyme
With lines that'll crack the disc between
Your mind and your spine
That's why y'all wanna bite my design
And that's why usually I hold
The mic like a 9
Pistol-whip you on the side of your eye
Watch it pop out
We knock out cats and wipe the
Floors with their rocks out
Shocked now? Like you drivin'
In a lightning storm
With the top down, we got this locked down
Like convicts on the run
Gettin' shot down for phone time
We gainin' yards in the whole nine
See, me and Tech, we steadily building
And we about to blow like
The Oklahoma Federal Building
And all them niggas get mad when we step in
The building 'Cause we make the crowd jump
And hit they head on the ceiling, what

I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia
Bury competition like Mesopotamia
Emanatin' radiation, pissin' liquid uranium
I bring the rock like European
Drunks in soccer stadiums
I'll split your cranium
With perfect symmetry, lyrically
If you're not the illest
Then you don't deserve to spit with me
OBS-obliterating bastards sacrilegiously
I sacrifice niggas who talk shit
Ritualistically
Meticulously makin' all my rivals suicidal
Like white suburban kids on acid
Readin' the Satanic Bible
My arrival is genocidal
Like Christopher Columbus
Exterminatin' races of wack MC's
That walk among us i've just begun to bust
I'll make this place open candela
These racist cops wanna lock me
Longer then Nelson Mandela
Pissed off, I'm makin' hella paper
East to West Coast
And I treat the law in this
Country like a motherfuckin' joke
'Cause if I'm willin' to
Smoke the President
While he's sniffin' his coke
You know it don't mean shit to me
To cut a fuckin' cop's throat

Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck
We about to do!
Sh, sh, sh, shit on the whole industry