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real, nigga
You must be really ahead of your time, nigga
You're 20 some years old with a 50 year old nigga hairline
Get the fuck out of here
Tory!

Industrial Revolution

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2

2003

unstable, set to explode
Foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in code
So if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold
Cause if you go

50K cus the tongue, game litty Pardon that bitch that’s, fiffty stacks
Girl hand it over mean I grab and dash, got clientele on the waiting line
Gotta

On a mission of matter fission in visions 
You crack heads are half dead map questing how to get to ego death 

Emo threats are all you are to me

Who dat nigga who be out with niggas that don't out the niggas
When the spot get visits by the cops we silent thats just how they living
Purple not

just landed on the moon
Walked off narcotics case body case coming soon
Take the front outta state I’ll be home by June
I can make butter fly butterfly

the struggle
Still I'm trying to be humble
Like we've been through the most
No job
On my 50 how to rob
Matter fact it was had to Rob
Bill collectors on they job

chicken wing, hot dog and bologna (Great John on the beat by the way)
I'm doing shit you imagine, ayy (chicken and macaroni, chillin' with my homies)
I

probably be stopped at the border
Patriotic and brave? I'll take a knee to your face
Trump and Pence like a slave to this attention and race
And they say

mondo that we up let's bring them racks in we want dem 100's and dem 50's we look past 10' he crossed his brother bout the money never had shit and I'm

probably be stopped at the border
Patriotic and brave? I'll take a knee to your face
Trump and Pence like a slave to this attention and race
And they say

their agenda insane
We need all that cheddar to reign
Or we cheesed, dead in the brain
Im tryna find my Lois Lane
Been off the lowest plane
You could call

breakin'
on Red, who run the spot, this old Jamaican
like forty-nine or fifty years old, he's making ends
and Shaquan be fuckin with, one of Red's Kins
named

by the glow
You can peep the bewilderment
Please forgive me Lord
I'm not innocent
It's 50 shades
Of many wishing death
But I live for this

gay
V-Bucks everyday
I press launch and then I play
I whip then I nae nae
You are pretty gay
Storms closing in, only 50 remain
But you suck at this

Exhumed skeletal uprising
Deep beneath the earth crust lies an army of cursed dead soldiers
Awaiting their chance at redemption
Their bodies have

This a story of a hard knock Nigga tryna win
Had to change my circle niggas 50 and they out here tryn  pretend
I Started hanging wit some niggas who

debt, what you expect?
I come from where them Natives are in jail or dead up on the pavement
I was blessed my parents didn't have me live

The clip got 50 shots go head
Go head go head

Federalist  shit (ay)
I told my nigga I don't check for ppl who ain't checking for me
How bout you double yo

to you
Say another word, you're a dead man too
I don't wanna sing to you

Man, gettin' tired of that ol' 5-0
I don't wanna sing to you
Covered in emancipo,

the treasure
Spark the lecture, mic recka, soul collector
You giving details to sketchers
Mad cause the ya hood won't accept ya
You gassed by those IG likes

And true love ain't dead
But bitch I know mine for you is
Fifty Shades Eternal Sunshine our disposition
Yeah my mind state curated by a bigger

losing it
I'm one of the greats, I think it's fate
I know I'm proving it
Looking at your bitch
She by my side and she be moving it
Up in my domain we make

help and you act like you fuckin' deaf
Dead man walkin
He talkin' shit, I see a zombie movin'
I don't need to do it, bro gon do it
Talkin' Trauma Unit