One [remix] Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 2 - Immortal Technique

[Intro] 

[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good 

[Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? 

[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them 

Knahmsayin? 

[Immortal Technique:] No question, it's like the elders told me 

No one person can do anything, but everyone can do something 

So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now 

[Akir:] The outro tip, the One Remix, yo 

[Akir] 

One Enterprises, comprises the artist and the sound 

The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting down 

Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down 

Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds 

It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found 

Facing the nation complacent radio stations now 

Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitient 

Start motivating and get them playin the shit we sayin 

Ain't no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in 

Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions 

They fouls are more than flagrant 

And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the pavement 

Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement 

Usin the tools of old ancients 

Announcing my engagment to this music that we making 

Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!) 

Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrap 

It's like 

[Hook] 

One love 

One music 

One people 

One movement 

One heart 

One spark 

One, One, One, One 

One gift 

One lift 

One stance 

One shift 

One way 

One day 

One, One, One, One, One 

[Immortal Technqique] 

Immortal Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir 

Our family surived the genocides so we can be here 

And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same 

Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain 

And even then my spirit will return in heavenly form 

And wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies pawns 

The red don communist threat, burried and gone 

So they invented a war, the government can carry on 

It makes me wonder if the word of god is 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 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, never rocking Versace 

Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi 

Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell 

Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell 

My destiny is to show the world, that the music is real 

Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the field 

And for my children in the future, waiting to breathe 

People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave 

Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf 

I'll be one with god and one with you and everything else 

[Hook] 

[Immotal Technique talking] 

Yeah.. 

Revolutionary Volume 2 has been brought to you 

By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit 

And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here 

And sometime far away from when I recorded this 

Remember that history 

Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look like 

Read between the lines and free your mind 

Revolution is the birth of equality 

And the anti-thesis to oppression 

But this is only built for real motherfuckers 

So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along with 

Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals 

The shit is real over here man 

Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop 

The heart and soul of our culture 

Keeping the truth alive 

Goodnight my people.. goodnight..