[Verse 1]. They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it. Reality is nourishment, but people don't believe it. I guess it's hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic.
[Verse 1]. Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics. . The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done. I leave you full of clips like the moon blocking the sun.
Yea... Yea... Ay yo. The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise. Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes. Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside.
[Verse]. Yea... Yea... Ay yo. The things I've seen in life will make you choke by suprise. Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes. Provoking my demise, I'll leave your spirit broken inside.
[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.
I know I look like, Immortal Technique to you. But I created this genetic clone just to speak to you. Me and 279, are planting a bomb in the building.
Harlem once was red line district rated. Designated ghetto like the yellow star of David. And you wonder why people don't own their homes. 'Cause the racist bank wouldn't fuckin' mortgage a loan.
[Verse 1]. Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder. Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers. Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower.
Freedom of speech, motherfucker. Okay, something for the kids (hahaha). . [Pinocchio]. I got no strings to hold be down. To make me fret or make me frown.
I hate my job so I always look to a better day//. Far from New York city on a tropical getaway//. But not in Miami//. 'Cause these white Cuban anti-Castros can't stand me//.
[Intro]. Lamentablemente, las condiciones que estamos viviendo en. Han llegado a se runa miseria insoportable para la gente. Pero hay unas veinte patrias engreidas que todavía creen.
[Intro]. Yo, in a hundred years from now. Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead. So it's inconsequential really. All the shit that you talk.
[chorus:]. i am the eye in the sky looking at you i can read your mind. i am the maker of rules dealing with fools i can cheat you blind [eye in the sky by alan parsons project].
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William. His primary concern, was making a million. Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen. He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams.
This is an invasion. An occupation. Immortal Technique. The evil genius DJ Green Lantern. And you're now understanding guerrilla warfare. Is being spread by the superpowers of the industry.
[Verse 1]. I never make songs to disrespect woman. or to judge people about the way that they're living. but the way I am is based on the life I was given.
[Talking]. Immortal Technique. Revolutionary Volume 2. Yeah, broadcasting live from Harlem, New York. Let the truth be known... . [Verse 1]. You better watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth.
Yeah. Haha. Se ha acabado la mierda(Spanish). Bout to drop a def' cut. Yo, yo, yo, huh. . Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic's when I spit. I cause more casualties than sunken slave ships.