Immortal Technique - The Rebel lyrics
[Immortal Technique - The Rebel lyrics]
Yea, yea, immortal technique
(you know) harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers
Y'know wut I meanthis is
For my peoplesinsomniac I can't sleep
(it's real son) Mic Check ayo ayo (yea)
I'm a rebel that'll fire
Missiles at red dawn
But before I issue the order to send bombs
I want presidential money like execs at Enron
And gold digging porn chicks for
Me to spend on but I'mma only pay for 1
Night stay at the Ritz
I won't even get you a towel
When I spray on your tit's
I'm not a misogynist
I just like it when girls are massaging this
So pop shit
And Immaa smoke you and your bitch moms
I'm ambidextrous the microphone
Can switch palms
Immortal Technique psychotic nigga
To spit calm
Misinterpreted by the media like Islam
I love the underground but not
Enough chicks in a thong
What the fuck how could
Beautiful women be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were
Hit's from the bong
That was supposed to be the end of the song
But it's not the freestyle got
Me stuck in the zone
I can't stop brainwashed commercial
Hip-hop the government plot
But I'mma shoot down the propaganda
Stuck in your brain like the military did to
The fourth terrorist plane
That was ill but shut the fuck
Up and let me explain
What good is fame and flossing
When you stuck in a coffin?
And who the fuck you gonna run to
When I make you an orphan?
I'm metamorphosing into something
You thought that I could never be
Ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy
My heart pumps nitro-glycerin and
Hennessey twisted chemistry
Cry blood and I bleed venom
Never subliminal clear with the
Message I'm sending
Bending the space-time continuum
Just to get to you
And blast you so hard it'll kill
The person next to you
So in retrospect remember and
Don't fuckin forget
Yall are walking dead people y'all
Just don't know it yet!
Yeayea niggait's onyou know what time it is
Im outharlem niggathis is for all the devils
I'm coming in here to take your head off
(you know) harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers
Y'know wut I meanthis is
For my peoplesinsomniac I can't sleep
(it's real son) Mic Check ayo ayo (yea)
I'm a rebel that'll fire
Missiles at red dawn
But before I issue the order to send bombs
I want presidential money like execs at Enron
And gold digging porn chicks for
Me to spend on but I'mma only pay for 1
Night stay at the Ritz
I won't even get you a towel
When I spray on your tit's
I'm not a misogynist
I just like it when girls are massaging this
So pop shit
And Immaa smoke you and your bitch moms
I'm ambidextrous the microphone
Can switch palms
Immortal Technique psychotic nigga
To spit calm
Misinterpreted by the media like Islam
I love the underground but not
Enough chicks in a thong
What the fuck how could
Beautiful women be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were
Hit's from the bong
That was supposed to be the end of the song
But it's not the freestyle got
Me stuck in the zone
I can't stop brainwashed commercial
Hip-hop the government plot
But I'mma shoot down the propaganda
Stuck in your brain like the military did to
The fourth terrorist plane
That was ill but shut the fuck
Up and let me explain
What good is fame and flossing
When you stuck in a coffin?
And who the fuck you gonna run to
When I make you an orphan?
I'm metamorphosing into something
You thought that I could never be
Ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy
My heart pumps nitro-glycerin and
Hennessey twisted chemistry
Cry blood and I bleed venom
Never subliminal clear with the
Message I'm sending
Bending the space-time continuum
Just to get to you
And blast you so hard it'll kill
The person next to you
So in retrospect remember and
Don't fuckin forget
Yall are walking dead people y'all
Just don't know it yet!
Yeayea niggait's onyou know what time it is
Im outharlem niggathis is for all the devils
I'm coming in here to take your head off