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Illest Lyrics - Singles - Immortal Technique

[Jean Grae] 

Ayo, i burn my bridges with a blow torch 

a rebel born from verbal holocaust 

dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off 

the swiftest stealth assassin snipe you 

from balcony shots of terrorist position 

professional from the opera box 

rhyme documents infamous like the 

Bill of Rights, illa tight, having niggas 

open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae, 

yakuza, mass murderer, friends who got 

the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her 

wild style, my mouth gone to train up, i spit 

Krolyon in five colors, when i speak i spray my 

name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce, 

splash your remains and brains out on the street 

like Henny and Juice, noose your neck and loosen 

your spine from back, shift your spleen, rip til it's 

just obscene, from down town swinging in New York 

illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl 

like a nigga what? 

 

[scratches] 

 

[Pumpkinhead] 

I've been through Hell and back, scars swell 

on my back, i spit bars, ya'll spit repetitive 

raps, i'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme 

with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind 

and your spine, that's why, ya'll wanna bite my design 

and that's why, usually i hold the mic like a nine 

pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it 

pop out, we knock out cats, and light the floors when 

they rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in 

a lightning storm, with the top down, we got 

this locked down, like convicts on the run 

getting chopped down, we four times, 

gaining yards in the whole line, see me 

and Tech we steadily building, and we about 

to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building, 

and all them niggas get mad when we step in 

the building, 'cause we make the crowd jump, 

and hit they heads on the ceiling, what? 

 

[scratches] 

 

[Immortal Technique] 

I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia, 

bury competition like Mesopotamia, eminating 

radiation, pissing liquid uranium, i bring the rock 

like European drunks in soccer stadiums, i'll 

split your cranium with perfect symmetry lyrically 

if your not the illest, then you don't deserve to 

spit with me, OBS obliverating bastards 

sacreligiously, i sacrifice niggas who 

talk shit ritualisticly, meticulously making 

all my rivals suicidal like white suburban 

kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible 

my arrival is genocidal, like Christopher 

Columbus, exterminating races of whack 

MC's that walk among us, i've just begun to bust 

i'll make the place open gondela 

these racist cops wanna lock me longer then 

Nelson Mandela, pissed off, i'm making hella 

paper, East to West coast, and i treat the law in this 

country like a mother fucking joke, 'cause if i'm 

willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his 

Coke, you know it don't mean shit to me 

to cut a fuckin cops throat 

 

[Immortal Technique talking] 

Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique, DP-one, tell em what the fuck we about to do 

 

[scratches] 

sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry 

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