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the politics
I ain’t in the rap game for all the money or the chicks
I spit it quick
This ain’t a shtick
This the real me all I got is just my wits
And my whip

one
That's just my destiny
Of course dubs matter but the L's
Is where the lessons be
Come and get yo bitch
She right on D like the letter "E"
If they

Crying for yo momma knowing you about to be taken out
Pull up by the riverbed
Then cut the lights
Disposable gloves
And a bike kit right
Deep breaths
This

finesse
Yeah this is my flow they been taking I'm
Actually hated by people that cannot write
(Yuh)
I wonder how it would be if The Weeknd ain't
Give up Take

a nigga making money with the music
So I had to come back on the beat on some G shit
If you didn't know by now
I'm something like a lyrical genius
Same hoes

n***** shook up
Police got to search we make
It hard for them to cook us
Go and get that bag all by
Ourselves we gotta push us
B O A B E N T you n*****

a mountain yours is hardly whispered
I’m getting triple my returns you’re getting bond interest
You just a flower by a lake call you narcissus
Dog you stuck in

on a trip
Jesus was heard weeping
As Reality lost its grip

The worst part of it for me
Is that they killed Ms Bonnie last
She was tied up there in her

by people that cannot write
I wonder how it would be if The Weeknd ain't give up Take Care for a little price
I often think would this shit be the same

never be complacent 'cause
I'm always searching for something, yeah
Hit the road
Get on board 'cause we comin' up
Got some drip, got some K's
But it's not

Life in the sky 
Want to take you for a ride 
You don't even got to hide 
Cause we all came here together 
Feet is on the leather 
Hear me on the radio

debts
Finally, I can put all this mess to rest
And I'm glad I got this bullshit off my chest
And we can still go toe to toe, blow for blow
Take it

xans I’m tryna count these bitches
But I’m gone off a perc
Goddamn I miss Bobby if he was here
He would have something for this verse
And its fuck my

and a south London crew
This all trouble to the people who knew
By age sixteen I was really into music
Liked playing tracks so I thought I would use it
Started

and a south London crew
This all trouble to the people who knew
By age sixteen I was really into music
Liked playing tracks so I thought I would use it
Started

is necessary
Even if that means I'm at the cemetery
This is new York city, Queens
Motherfuckers must forgot about it
Im from south Jamaica
Bitch I been

of the dodo
Commenting on all my shit is a no-no
Cat in a Corner
This hiss is a warning like globally warming
He's heating up forming a diamond up out

is gettin’ bigger

Aaaaaaa,………u started it and it works on me (2x)

Should I ask u bout this, I’m just scare that u’r love
For me it’s just the crush

up
Like it’s something
You’re like an oven girl the way your burning up
From the oven girl you need to serve this up
You’re the type of high I wish I

spiral, this an evil trial, this a crazy cycle
I don't have a purpose, now I know I'm worthless, guess I am a burden, yes this is for certain
Prolly why my

pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister
Shot for

to the divine and so
You better really think of what you're rhyming for
It all falls down in the end don't it
Time is money how do you spend moments
Look at your

radio plays
Shit
Day by day we go at this rate
Then man don’t care about all that
Preach about all the plugs
I don’t wanna be that guy that breaks off

One [Remix]

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2 [Red Vinyl]

2003

lost in the man
This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand
This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known
And this is for all the soldiers