Immortal Technique, Block McCloud, Pumpkinhead, Str8 Paper, Mr. Metaphor - Brooklyn Academy lyrics

I’m a beast of the underground
Hotter than lava rocks
You don’t know what time it is
Then go out and cop a watch when drama pops
We fade niggas out like a barber shop
Y’all talk a lot
We stomp pimps out in the parking lot
Step on my block that’s a mistake
Like when the condom pop
You got to stop before you get
Shot like Big and Pac
Two shots to your arm and your crouch
We bombin’ your spot, we got it on lock
Please believe I got the heat up the sleeve
So sick, I’m a living breathing disease
A hedonist sleaze
Who wants a piece of the cheese
When I creep through the
Trees like Vietnamese
Reach for the breeze before I lift
Your feet off the leaves


Now you eager to leave get back in your seat
While your lady feelin’ on my
Meat like a catholic priest
Like LL in the back of the jeep
We swinging episodes, the Tech’ll blow
Your neck explodes
Now you got extra holes aside
From your ears, mouth, and your nose
A fully composed masterpiece I
Was fully exposed
To the altered beast in my heart
I’m sick in the head
Don’t become the quick of the dead
I got a six-shot revolver lodged in
My esophagus with one bullet
Eight-millions stories in this world untold
So in my notebook is where I put ‘em
You just a Jr like Cuba Gooding

I’s insane in the brain and I might
Just kill a man like Cypress Hill
Throw him off the cliff with his head shaved
My chest caged, smokin’ CI backwoods
Type to walk through black hoods black hood
Black gun
Magnum big enough to pistol whip you
I sit and beat you into submission until
Both of your eyes are missin’
Knock your teeth out
Give you gashes over your face
While the beatdown still pending
Like an open case
Y’all’ll take me to court that’s
How y’all do things when I beat you down
You’ll scream out "Su" like Wu Tang
Choke you with a belt
Pull your pants over head
Range Rover both of your
Legs oops, it’s over, you dead
Say goodbye now niggas gettin’ wiped out
And I ain’t gonna stop ‘til there’s
Blood all over the White House
Tell George Bush to call Bill Clinton
And have him call Monica Lewinski
‘cause the boy is spittin’
I’m sick with it they got
Me watchin’ my rear view
I’m looking for steel to stomp
Him with steel shoes when I was born
They put me inside my grave first
I’m lookin’ for God in the Garden
Of Eden he made first
I found the serpent and choked
His ass so fast it
Reversed the process of Earth birth
To the first Earth
I’m Pearl Harbor to the third
Power i’m like the Japanese
The way I’m clappin’ when I’m packin’ heat
I’m like the summer when you feel the heat
I’m like bullets from Pakistanis that’s
Word to my baby mami
I spit sicker, malt liquor verse
I got it wrapped like turbans watch
How I swerve to the left
Bin Laden bullets burst in your chest
Big guns, big bombs, big bullets
AK and a vest, nigga

What? What you thought? I forgot how to spit?
Spit hot shit that stick like
The top of my dick
Walk when I talk so my words are stalkin’
My thoughts, things
Pluck your veins like guitar strings
Harborin’ a criminal’s thought like a
Priest in a pew
Listening to children whisperin’ in the dark
Scissor the heart if you’re smart
You’ll swim with the sharks
Envision this block locked like
Where the prisoner watch so in a battle
You doubt I’mma win you goin’ out on a limb
Snake’ll have you jumpin’ out of your skin’
I’m sick like multiple sclerosis
Cult’ll kill your closet kin sins can
Only be found through hypnosis
You got to crack the skull
To pull out all the
Multiple personalities it’s comp’rable
To what i’ve done to you
I’ll come for you to sculpture you with
Scalpels what do you prefer to lose?
Your genitals or two-thirds of
Your purple ooze?
I murder crews with surgical
Tools and drill bit's
So when they ask what I did to this shit
"He killed it"

If you ever try to floss on
Me up in the cypher
Your platinum will fall apart like
It’s made of Formica
You think you’re nice but I’m nicer
Like Ras Kass, Punisher
And KRS in a gene splicer
Fuck a Bentley I’ll run you
Down in a Chrysler
My shit is raw like cocaine
Stuffed in a diaper
I shared cells with lifers when
I was stuck in prison
Smokin’ Buddha like I was
Burning someone else’s religion
I lift my leg to
Urinate on conservative Christians
‘Cause you never seen a dog hold
His dick while he’s pissin’
Listen instead of bitchin’ at the
Shit that I’m rippin’
‘Cause intellectual, murderous
Spittin’ this copywritten
You can’t compare what you’re kickin’
To what I verbally did
I’m the Lord of the Flies, nigga
‘cause I’m murderin’ kids
Run up in your crib without
A fuckin’ camera crew
And confiscate your plaques for doing
Things that amateurs do
Sabotage, break down the industry
Damagin’ you
A runaway slave that’s how my stamina grew
I come through walkin’ on
Water like the messiah
I make bitches lose they mind like Mariah
I set tracks on fire like Betty Shabazz
And when I fuck
I burn rubber like Dominican cabs
Iron-clad armor, spit like a sub machine
And burn your block to
Ashes like nuclear submarines
Ayo, bitch, put your finger in your
Ear it’s squishy in there
Right? That’s ‘cause I just
Raped your fuckin’ brain

I’ll spit a five-star motion picture
Let’s skip the previews
We throwin’ razor blades
Y’all put to teaspoons
Get to know me i’m your girl’s tenderoni
I’m the man in the whip with
The place in the back
Blinkin’ "Members Only"
And we ain’t takin’ applications
We the team that got the fastest break
To five championships without a talent agent
I be on the real I beat on your skill
I’ll kill your lawyer and I’ll
Pee on your deal and I ain’t tryna be funny
I’m just tryna see money
Add to the game and keep the economy running
I’m going anywhere life takes me
‘cause there’s gotta be something
And by the time I’m out the game, see
There’ll be probably be nothing
I’m tryna move to the left and
Keep y’all in the middle
I got the butter handle
Y’all always double dribble
Y’all been suckers way back
Since your mother’s nipple
I double dare you to step if trouble hit you
Y’all got it backwards like pussy, so wise up
People look too hard and get their eyes stuck
I swing my dick in the air
‘cause I’m that fly fuck
Live, about to erupt, better slide up!
We keep it hard y’all have
Step or stay or Dante
Y’all better get the fuck up
Like Pharaohe Monch say
And put your hands where my eyes can see
I’m MJ on the mic, so come fly with me
It’s Mr meta, do the math 7 minus 3
That cat breakin’ out the
Church with the bride-to-be
One week later, she cooking me broccoli
Two weeks later, her cousin’s on top of me
Three weeks later, I’m up in her family
With the keys to the crib and the Cam-ery
I plan to see the world in the outer limit's
Without no gimmicks
It’s Met now out my business!