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supposed to been my bitch, us against them
Fuck no, I don't wanna talk I'm by myself now
I can't listen to that shit it ain't no bop to it
Rolling off these

I still like that but ya bugging
And you know you are it's just hard to admit
Played by a gimmick now ya all fucking critics
No acclaim bunch of lames

to me
Fuck you
If you ever thought of doubting me

My family eating well
My brothers are doing better
We focused on making money
We get it by any manner

One [Remix]

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2

2003

on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrap
It's like

[Hook]
One love
One music
One people

we'll see which one of us ends up going the farthest
Who you know that spits it harder
There's nobody
I swear there's nada
Suck a dick if you got

Doing all this shit by ourselves we gon' be excellent
Okay we style in the hills like we learning off of Hugh Heff'
Got a couple fans but they love us all

I had to bless the track

Find me, remind me, I'm high by myself
Ask God for answers inside of myself
Exercise patience, I'm working, not waiting
I'm

won't 

cnd I don't give a fuck who you killed 
Once you squill, like R-Kelly everything is ripped from your career 
You read the terms and you know you

exhausted your only options
Gotta couple dollars and some lint in my pockets
Every fucking track I've been talkin
Talking to myself

We gon be alright lil bro

Ain’t No Warning If We Beefing
I’m Just Poppin’ Up On Niggaz 
Fuck That Other Shit My Nigga
Real Life 
You Ain’t No Killaa
This Ain’t Instagram My

i hear your careful knock on my window
could be the circle broken but i don´t know
why something in your pleading voice tells me we´ve been here

Ya'll need to watch out if you wanna throw shit
Cuz I dont throw salt bitch I only throw fists
I'm a gorilla on the track but I'm stuck in the mist

a know fact
Your bitch a known slut
I was in meijers section 8
Getting cold cuts
Do not be around us pussy boy
we hold stuff
We don't up hands
We just pole

wanna listen
I don't wanna listen, cause I'm on a mission
A search for your love, can you see the vision
Of us on a boat, watch the sunset we fishin'
We

home of LeBron
Where ballins a sport but we Only shoot guns
You get hit with the stick
And you split to the crib
We call that a home run
And you no with

Oh shit baby
Y'all know what time it is
Dale, dale, dale, dale
Ay man that beat gotta slap
Rap's always offensive
So I gotta skeet all on the track

of the ship's crew, barely alive,
reports being captured and nearly eaten by what he
describes as only the "Cat People"

Verse 1

Greetings I am know as Jungle

these tracks you've made are lame 
Think you've paved a way 
Slap back to reality 
No one knows your name 
You're your only casualty 
Load that in your

Hard headed so I learned from experience
What silly does stupid is
Micheal Corleone said I best, it's only one true weakness
To let these niggas know

that's a top ten goat
Can't float on a track like me, we can talk it out
Yeah, I don't do no comparisons
These rappers you repping embarrass us
I been

and Self-diagnosed
Self regulating myself as I look at myself
And think what in the hell do I know
Raised by lost boys‎ on black screens
And white lies on movie

dawn
I can handle you well
Oh I'll handle you well
No, I can't wait
Just give me a taste
I'm stuck in this state
No way to escape
Only us in the room

well

Oh I'll handle you well

No, I can't wait
Just give me a taste
I'm stuck in this state
No way to escape
Only us in the room
Imagine the things we

Duck Sick

Compton's Most Wanted

It's a Compton Thang

1990

dissing, saying that I can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've
Heard the word, new