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Immortal Technique - The Illest feat Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead (Prod by 44 Caliber) (Lyrics)

Track 15 from "Revolutionary Vol. 1" Revolutionary Vol. 1 is the debut album by MC Immortal Technique, released in 2001 and re-pressed in 2004. The first edition had no distribution and no bar code; it was sold by the artist "on the streets" and at his shows. The album re-press was manufactured with a bar code and is being distributed worldwide by Nature Sounds (distribution). [Jean Grae] Ayo, 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 The swiftest stealth assassin snipe you From balcony shots of terrorist position Professional from the opera box Rhyme documents infamous like the Bill of Rights, illa tight, having 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 gone to train up, i spit Krolyon in five colors, when i speak i spray my Name up, split your wig up like Denny and 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 down town swinging in New York Illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl Like a nigga what? [scratches] [Pumpkinhead] I've been through Hell and back, scars swell On my back, i spit bars, ya'll 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, ya'll wanna bite my design And that's why, usually i hold the mic like a nine Pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it Pop out, we knock out cats, and light the floors when They rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in A lightning storm, with the top down, we got This locked down, like convicts on the run Getting chopped down, we four times, Gaining yards in the whole line, 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 heads on the ceiling, what? [scratches] [Immortal Technique] I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia, Bury competition like Mesopotamia, eminating Radiation, pissing liquid uranium, i bring the rock Like European drunks in soccer stadiums, i'll Split your cranium with perfect symmetry lyrically If your not the illest, then you don't deserve to Spit with me, OBS obliverating bastards Sacreligiously, i sacrifice niggas who Talk shit ritualisticly, meticulously making All my rivals suicidal like white suburban Kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible My arrival is genocidal, like Christopher Columbus, exterminating races of whack MC's that walk among us, i've just begun to bust I'll make the place open gondela These racist cops wanna lock me longer then Nelson Mandela, pissed off, i'm making hella Paper, East to West coast, and i treat the law in this Country like a mother fucking joke, 'cause if i'm Willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his Coke, you know it don't mean shit to me To cut a fuckin cops throat [Immortal Technique talking] Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique, DP-one, tell em what the fuck we about to do [scratches] Sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry