Crossing The Boundary Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 2 - Immortal Technique

[Verse 1] 

I never make songs to disrespect woman 

or to judge people about the way that they're living 

but the way I am is based on the life I was given 

like them white boys; +Losing My Religion+ 

I used to be a christian and a political pawn 

the bible is right and all your native culture is wrong 

next thing you know you telling me 'bout making a song 

come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong 

pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong 

like the ghost of Timothy Mc Veigh making a bomb 

'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on 

these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song 

but it's the gong show, amature night at the apollo 

my dick is like my music, but harder to swallow 

so children follow me, like the pied piper 

and sing the chorus in the air, with your blood in your lighter 

(sing that shit nigga, right now) 

[Chorus X 2] 

You played yourself thinking your down with me 

I end your life nigga, don't fuck around with me 

and if you kids can't listen, then your bound to see 

the way you get shot for crossing the boundary 

[Verse 2] 

The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects 

scripted specifically to keep people in check 

Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me 

but Landspeed, you ain't fucking shit to me 

and underground labels know that I don't trust you 

your only independent till your major, so fuck you 

and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you 

I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue 

+Dance With The Devil+ remember that your not on my level 

stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, Bragging Rights from Rocksteady 

and practically every battle that they got in New York 

and I still murder rappers on the street for sport 

Doctor Guillotine cutting you short little man 

but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scribble Jam 

well fuck you, I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew 

and fuck your family too, Technique said it bitch 

What the fuck you gonna do 

[Chorus X 2] 

(Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggaz, wrap it up, Yeah) 

[Verse 3] 

Immortal Technique insinerate degenerate fags 

burn Trent Lott, wrapped in his confederate flag 

I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag 

so put the African slave jewelery in the bag 

motherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is forever 

but is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Mekka evers? 

house niggas get your head severed trying to be thug 

you don't concern me, You trying to hurt the people you love 

Word of Mouth is I'm in the club being sneaky 

I'm like the body snatchers and your girl as getting sleepy 

I'll murder you indiscreetly, right at the source 

like the roman Legion and and it stabbed Christ on the cross 

this is about you tho, it ain't about Jesus 

and you shouldn't fucking talk about telekenesis 

nigga please, moving shit with your mind 

try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes 

and next time, I'm coming after 'cual quiera' profanity 

fucking 'carajo maldita mierda' 

roll up 'de hierva, i pasala, para la isquierda' 

put the price up to listen to me pop shit 

'cause I got Martha Steward giving me stock tips 

underground money with honeys up in the whip 

Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch 

Yeah, played yourself nigga 

fuck all ya, you don't know shit about me 

why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am 

I thought I told ya niggaz on volume one, I wasn't fucking around 

you just slept, 'cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden era 

when niggaz would buy anything on the shelf 

but those days are through, and you are through with them