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Immortal
The
The Mic Sessions
Written by: K

Yea, yea, technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers, wut I mean..this is
for my peoples..insomniac I can't (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)

Im a rebel fire missles at red dawn
but before I issue the to send bombs,
I want presidential like execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn chicks for me to on

But Im'a only pay for 1 stay at the Ritz
I wont even get you a when I spray on your tits,
Im not a misogynist I just like it gurls are
this so pop shit

And Im'a smoke you and your momz
Im ambidextrist the microphone switch palms
Immortal Technique phsychotic nigga to spit
by the media like Islaam

I love the underground but not chicks in a thong
what the fuck how could women be wrong?
Tech load clips they were hits from the bong
that was supposed to be the end of the
but its not the freestyle got me in the zone

I stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot

But Im'a shoot down the propaganda stuck in your
like the military did to the fourth plain
that was ill but shut the fuck up and let me

good is fame and flossan
when you in a coffin?
and who the fuck you run to when i make you an orphan?

Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could be
engineered sickness without a remedy
my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey chemistry

Cry and i bleed venom
never subliminal clear the message im sending
bending the space-time

to get to you
and blast you so itll kill the person next to you

So in retrospect and dont fuckin forget
yall are walkin dead people yall dont know it yet!

Yea...yea nigga..its on...you wut time it is..
im out...harlem nigga.....this is for all the devils..
I'm commin in here to your head off.