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I be that cold, be careful when I’m on the scene
Mash mode, I do this sh** by any means
I be fresh though, they envy and supposedly
In my Jay’s h**,

to church
Cleanse that soul the devil lurks in the hallway all day
In staircases  dark alleys and ghetto tenements
I reminisce and bring it back to the days

Pour my lyrics in your cup, it's glass warming
Roll up six dutches, yo I got a half on me
I'm like a dinosaur, spikes in my back, bony
When I get

of me
Michael Myers in training
They be chilling, but I'm impatient
Know the timing is now
How many hours I put in a week
Tell 'em AD like I was the Brow

empires made right at home

Only thing that's on my mind is how we level up
And if u turned your back then you already said enough

And this the summer that

on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
 
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but

One [Remix]

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2 [Red Vinyl]

2003

that'll never come home
I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged,

the homies so dance
I know I look like I give a fuck by a glance
But look a little harder, I never had a chance

Chorus:
Lets take it back to 85
Air Jordan

Yo I'm the first man standing upright holding a stone in my hand
After beating an ape claiming the land
Taking the stand and feeding my fam
Back

factual 
Burning niggas like third degree,
Critical surgery,
When I'm mad, you hoes burglary, intrudin' your home,
Stole everything like clepto includin'

and drive far
I'm wide awake eyes wide I've cried
So many nights by myself
I think that I need some help
I wish I was Michael Phelps
Cause now the water is up

he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"

Ay
Call me by my name
I'll be on my Christian wenz (wenzel)
I'll be switching names
Like Michael Jackson did with his race
I'm so fire
I could be

Let it be known that he is back My name's Innis Haters, my life's like the latest throwback Like Michael Jordan, nigga brand of full five Put that

And a drum gettin busy
You hear that
BOOM BAP
Feel it
Move back
Smell the fumes
CRACK!
Dope fiends in a line
For caffeine
Cocaine
Codeine
COBAIN
Cold brew
No

the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
And a drum gettin busy
You hear that
BOOM BAP
Feel it
Move back
Smell the fumes
CRACK!
Dope fiends in a line
For caffeine
Cocaine

(@home)
Dream to run my own league (sextillion)
Til then im’ma be, Smitty-g (yas truly)
I cop beats 
I'm not a cop on the beat 
Beating up beats til they

na ryby?
Nevadí oh, celý deň viem nerobiť nič
Aj tak George píp píp, takže doma furt klid
Ale skončili prázdniny, teraz noha na plyn
Žebráci sú dúfam

de Mayo
Tints on the ride home, bitch, I've been tryna hide
Pop shit like Prince or a Michael
All white whip, it's albino
By no means I'ma quit,

computer

And it didn't mean
Anything to me
Back then

And he also
Tapped on a table
In a rhythmic way

Kind of like
The sound of
Horses running

Kind

Police siren
Camera; click click click click
Wow, young silk
Boy out done yourself to this time!
Why you back on slim?
Spread your arm wide
And pin

sick of spitting shit
It's time we go back to our home
Cause you sir got trashed
Yo

Bro you killed that shit
No
Shit man
Can't believe it's over
Well

on pay-per-view
I ain't mad at y'all haters on that bullshit
Y'all poodles get fucked up by this full pit
I'm like Michael Vick every time the eyes spit
Look dawg,

The Corpse Came to Dinner

Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung & Siccmade Muzicc Present: Now Eat

a niggaz life, make it sound so sweet
I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob, cap peel 'em
Make 'em sound like a whore on the job
Witta Mac in the backpack,