Immortal Technique, Poison Pen - Top of the Food Chain lyrics

Immortal Technique, Poison Pen
We the top of the food chain motherfucker
Stronghold in it, yo
MC's are just figments of my imagination
They don't have to be dissed
I just stop thinkin about them
And they cease to exist
Don't get me pissed pussies

Desolate easy Jesus
While they squeezin' heaters
You better, then please defeat us
Ladies is teacher squeezers
They pleased to meet us
Top of the food chain
Still roll with bottom feeders
My tongue new in late modern English
I'm from the side with heaters
Always comment on your side as beepers
It ain't no joke, baby the bell is broke
Just holla out the window if
You tryin to reach us

Poison Pen for you ballers and bammers
Walk up in the spot
Metal detectors went bananas
Stronghold, it's Bronx swingin'
Give me dap 'til my palm's stingin'
Grab your bitch and make a porn feature
Come out your mouth
That's a nice shirt to bleed on
They only use yo' ass to
Fuck and roll trees on
It's on, your block, your street
Niggas so puss and they don't speak
They queaf
When you run shit, Stronghold shit
I need a chain I can jump rope with
And Bed-Stuy got 'em
Word I'm like Zeus without the eye problem
Some neck without the pearl spot
Or it ain't rockin the most chicken spots
Even if tots got they eyes on your necklace
My life is this flick, and y'all are extras
I double more blocks than Tetris
We perfectionists
And wouldn't have it, any other way, yeah

Pen Pen nigga look good
My flow's a couple of
Retarded niggas too dumb
With an impact on hip-hop
Like LL walkin into Def Jam screaming out BOX

Immortal Technique, top of the food chain
I'll split your wife's head open
Just to get me some brain
I spit venomous thing with Poison Pen
Destroy the sun and in eight minutes
You'll never see day again
Pray for your friends but me and
God'll just laugh at you
Tell you to shut the fuck up
And rain acid on you
Break down your molecules and
Spiritually damage you
Haven't you got the picture yet
Motherfuckers like you
Are easy to disrespect
Cause you're only a thug
When you on the internet you can't
Compare your dialect to Tech'
Because you lack the chromos'
I'm a Neo-Sapien
But y'all are still actin like homos

If you talk high
You get your mouth punched in
Stronghold is my house nigga
Greasy apartment
My legions are foul, you eat he crapped out
Ain't never seen no trees in my mouth
Poison Pen magnitude eight-point-three
The hottest shit this side of the Gaza Strip
Alongside many gangs in rap arouses
That point and click without red browsers
Look out it's the 80's all
Over again it seems
Long hair, denim suit's and big tanks
And glitz
We don't look for hoes so they scoop us
Tell your bitch to bring nothin
To my crib but, pussy and a toothbrush
And a camcorder, y'all could all relate
They treat my nuts like imported grapes
That's how it is at the
Top of the food chain poison Pen
Technique and - all y'all
Better take turns sleepin