Lyrics:
[Intro]
This is the Invasion!
The Evil Genius Green Lantern!
Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World"
(It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop)
You ain't
red by candles
I don't wear beads or Burkenstock sandles
I'm loud and rude dirty and crude
Talkin' to you with a mouth full of food
Stayin' up all
Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine', as I've found a most endearing psychosis.
Somewhere out there there's
luck and your just gettin' by (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If every fuckin' day you love to get high (R-E-M-E, D-Y)
If life really sucks and you just want to die
red by candles
I don't wear beads or Burkenstock sandles
I'm loud and rude dirty and crude
Talkin' to you with a mouth full of food
Stayin' up all
the struggle
of yester's louts.
Or they're all mouth.
And they're not trying to get me down
Cause I can move about no doubt.
But in their day it was 10 smokes
And hurdle through the base heads tryin'
To just play with the odds
I'm not the type of nigga to claim god
But dog I heard you spit
Do't quit your day job
I've
Private airports, Air Force, one's untied
Blunt in my mouth, stretch now, you waitin outside
Shit, even when I tuck it in, it blink through the shirt
How
Young Gz and Wallabies, Young Soldierz to breeze
[Chorus: x2]
Niggas runnin mouth like it's the thang to do
They saw how we put it down, now they
the time remains?
I been to crystal forest under a green lit sky
Tornadoes of glitter float calmly by
Angels fly naked letting they titties swing
And so
Yeah
Look, Vizzy is a dreamer
And life is a bitch but god forbid if i leave her
Hated in my city since the day that I remeember
But i ain't ever
on a mattress
Look at me attack this
Stackin dividends like we payin taxes
Sharper than a cactus
Spittin it the fastest
At the gym every day hitting maxes
When
Hurt the most you thought it was love struggle with the trust
Ain't enough to keep you from "love" contemplating luck ain't none
Every other day
back, like that (yeah, yeah)
Blinded by the glare of the green lights
In the street nights
In my eyes now, balling with my top down
Roof off no closed
locked in with the money the green got my heart
Cause these bitches they love you and next day they don't
So I'll stick to my paper and stick to my dough
green acres
You buy neat trainers (Nikes)
You were more real as an ID faker
Make enough love songs and
You might see paper when you see 1
The label see
Another day, another dollar
I got mines, ain't got nothing to father
Fuck a role model, never had one to follow
Lot of cotton mouth rappers
I'm
alumni
Where the cops on me about to come by (what?)
Let 'em know we coming straight out BUCKEYES
(Ohio waddup)
And what they thought they got me all
I know
This world must be painted red before it ever goes green
Dead wasps and flies fall from my mouth
It's a surprise I can ever get any
(bitch)
All 'bout my green like spinach and zucchini (uh-huh)
And about my bread like brioche and panini
I'm with your baby daddy on the beach in
is in yo' mouth
[Mack 10]
Yea, yea
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin cash
in your brain
You think your a lil' rapper now, missing talent, skill, and some bling
They telling you to get a day job, don't worry we'll get it
tough they only met that day they were lovers by dark
Laid out on the morning skies he puts a ring on her hand
He said listen babe we gotta take what's
the banging on them with
The heater like it was the old days
Need the weapon with the all black with
The gloves on call me OJ
You don't really want it with
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