No Me Importa Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 1 - Immortal Technique

Look I ain't never been afraid to tell how I really feel 

Nunca, I think everybody should know that 

Yo creo que todos debemos de saber eso 

Fuckin' ought to know, yo 

I gotta tell these chicks a lot of times, mira 

Tu estas actuando en una manera muy mala 

Bien mala y no me importa ya, I gotta let ya know 

Let 'em know. Here we go, digale a la gente, primo 

Gotta let you know for real. Son drop that 

[Verse I] 

Siempre me encuentro con la mujer equivocada 

A superficial mami con la alma comprada 

Yo I'm sick of stupid chicks que hablan de nada 

Let's got to my house conversacion acabada 

Yeah we can fuck but you gotta go after manana 

You walking bootlegged porque te deje clavada 

Don't ever talk shit about niggaz and get enojada 

There's a reason that you never been properly amada 

Cause you fuck niggaz and suck dick como si nada 

Para la porqueria and save the drama 

Don't come to the fucking club con una actitud mala 

You've been drinking too much Bacardi and smoking lala 

Escuchame senorita, if you don't respect yourself 

Don't expect respect from anyone else 

Don't expect un hombre to support you with wealth 

Go to college and be successful, do it for delft 

Nunca vas a ser shit without knowledge your self 

Mamis with cultural ineptitude are bad for your health 

That's the type of mujer that I put back on the shelf 

And go back to the pack crowd to look for somebody else 

Adios, check it 

[Hook] 

We keep it moving properly 

No me importa lo que haces, ain't no way of stopping me 

Moving through property, like I own every monopoly 

Smoking broccoli, compartiendo ideologies 

Pero solamente pasa on special occasions 

When beautiful intelligent mamis stay blazing 

(Stay blazing!) 

Y ahora for you motherfucking niggaz 

Yo... si 

[Verse 2] 

Immortal Technique the resurrected Che Guevara 

But y'all cats are just a bunch of fake Tony Montana 

I bring drama like revolucion Cubana 

And block stages like my last name was Santana 

Como puedes comparar your anterouch to my squad 

You motherfucker is faker than resurrection full of bud 

Don't try to be hard 'cause I don't stress faked fellas 

I'll burn your house down and empty the clip of tu abuela 

Mucha gente try to convince everyone that they trife 

Hablando mierda but you never shot a gun in your life 

Siempre gritando how you keep it real in the cife 

But most of your rappers can't even keep it real with your wife 

I'll sacrifice you puto cabron for running his mouth 

Car-jack you and kidnap you in front of your house 

And while you tied up by that shotgun while I'm driving down south 

I'll push the pedal to setenta and kick you the fuck out 

Solamente just look back and have something to laugh about 

I doubt that you really want Technique as an enemigo 

Fuck with me I'll make your people turn up desaparecido 

My estilo es Chupa Camaro Y Zapatista 

I'm a revel soldier murdering rap artistas 

Colombian neck-tile MC hasta la vista 

Taking over the fucking country like socialita 

Cobardes, yo 

[Hook] 

We keep it moving properly 

No me importa lo que haces, ain't no way of stopping me 

Moving through property, like I own every monopoly 

I'll broad your fucking brain out and spread your philosophy 

This is if te pones celoso motherfucker is watching me 

I don't make threats bitch lo que hablo es prophecy 

De verdad, para que toda la gente sepa que no me importa 

Cuanta mierda ustedes hablan o cuanta mierda 

I still be on my job. Forever, I'll still be here 

I'll still be doing my thing. Para siempre. Cojudo 

Para siempre. I'll be in anybody's parade 

Immortal Technique, se ha acabado la mierda..