Reverse Pimpology Lyrics - The 3rd World - Immortal Technique & Dj Green Lantern

[Immortal Technique] 

Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders 

Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps and players? 

This ain't 1997 nigga 

I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable 

Cause the game don't give a FUCK if you lyrical 

And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal 

You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle 

I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible 

Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they pimpin you 

All up in the hood like McDonald's and liquor 

Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga (woo!) 

You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me 

Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly 

Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over 

And numbers don't lie unless we do Bush and Gore over 

Free markets make money disingenuously 

But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry 

Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that? 

But exec's are like, "You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?" 

Stupid 

[Mojo] 

Can't dodge the game 

If you lookin for the money or the fame (oh-ohh) 

The players and the rules ain't changed (oh no) 

But see we tryin to leave a name 

So we're turnin out 

[Immortal Technique] 

Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played 

Rich people get robbed and, broke niggaz paid 

New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A. 

Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay 

[Mojo] 

We're tearin it out of the frame 

See we deserve to stake that claim 

If we didn't it's a cryin shame 

What we're concerned about is how to turn it out 

[Immortal Technique] 

Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her 

And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of fuckin her 

Lots of niggaz girls is someone else's one night stand 

I probably made some bitches nervous listenin with they man (ha ha) 

And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you! 

What you think, revolutionaries don't like to fuck too? 

You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie 

Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a movie 

Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie 

And I don't need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be 

Look, most people are only players cause they got played 

And have not, let go of that, shit since the 7th grade 

Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it? 

But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it 

Someone did your mother like that, that's why you fatherless 

Before jail or racist cops, that's what the problem is 

[Mojo] 

Recognize the game 

See who's the one to place that blame 

We gettin trapped in a cycle of pain 

With a generation headed down the drain 

Time we turn it out 

[Immortal Technique] 

This is how pimps get pimped and players get played 

Beautiful women get, cheated on and gangstas sprayed 

Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta 

Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin Louisiana 

[Mojo] 

Regardless of money you payin 

Just spendin, hold a watch and a chain 

But can't offer your children a thang 

What the hell is goin on in your brain? 

We gon' turn it out 

[Immortal Technique] 

Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha) 

I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor 

I treat labels like the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!) 

Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator 

Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers 

Bootleg my own album, to reach customers (yeah) 

Every city, state and country, the hood love me 

Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me 

They say underground fans are all the color of talcum 

But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay albums? 

Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre platinum? 

Call up any major record label and ask 'em 

But there's some, devils in disguise in hip-hop 

that belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!) 

I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot 

And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot 

You a pussy actin hard like a bitch cop 

I'll drop you to the floor like a reverse wristlock 

Eat your food and shit on you, like a highway pit stop 

And make, revolutionaries out of kids that used to flip rocks 

The government, pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq 

And history, repeats itself right on track (how?) 

First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?) 

Cause it's funny, motherfuckers don't see it come around again 

[Mojo (I.T.)] 

Where, can we be free? (FUCK we gon' be free man?) 

We only wanna live our lives 

Live our lives, with our eyes open 

Open your eyes open your eyes 

You stupid motherfuckers - you stupid motherfuckers 

Open your eyes, before you die