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[Immortal Technique Speaking]







Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh?



Well, it's not. You didn't count on the fallen angel



getting back into the graces of God and coming after



you. Y'all niggaz ain't shit. Your producers ain't



shit, your fucking A&R ain't shit, I fucking wipe my



ass with your demo deal







Yo, Diabolic, TAKE THIS MOTHERFUCKERS HEAD OFF!







[Diabolic]



Go ahead and grip glocks, I'll snap ya trigger finger in 6 spots



You'll have to liplock with hypodermic needles to lick shots



I watch you topple flat, put away ya rings and holla back



Can't freestyle? You screwed off the top like bottle caps



Beneath the surface, I'm overheating your receiving circuits



By unleashing deeper verses than preists speak in churches



But your preach is worthless, your worship defeats the purpose



Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service



Beyond what y'all fathom, shit on cats and jaw tap 'em



Show no "cum-passion" like havin a strait-faced orgasm



Tour jack him, have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friends dick



In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist



Diabolic, a one-man brigade spreading Cancer Plague



Fist-fucking a pussy's face holding a hand grenade



So if I catch you bluffing, faggot, you less than nothing



I just had to get this stress off my chest like breast reductions







[Immortal Technique]



You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me



I'll ressurect every aborted baby and start an army



Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission



To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms



Immortal Technique will destroy your religion, you stupid bitch



You faker than blue eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix



I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips



Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily



I'm like time itself, I'ma kill you inevitably



Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece



I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Gerome's niece



I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me



And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy



This puppet democracy, just brainwashed psychology



So you're nothing like diversity without equality



And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology



Using numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven



Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7



You like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect



You never killed a cop, you not a motherfucking thug yet



Your mind is empty and spacious



Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in racists



Face it, you're too basic, you not going to make it



Like children walking through Antartica, butt naked

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