Top Of The Food Chain [remix] Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 1 - Immortal Technique

Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my fight in the streets on 

Back in the day before Harlem had a green zone 

What good is a good education with no direction? 

Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election 

Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection 

Like the crowd packed in the front without the midsection 

Used to live robbing and stealing and being reckless 

It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective 

I used to live in the back, of a holding van 

Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance 

I wrote rhymes a cappella, no beat, behind bars 

Shed blood to make it, like the story behind scars 

I used to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile 

Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle 

Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas 

I was Oliver North during Iran Contra 

Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence 

I learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch 

Cause everybody knows how the government do 

They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU 

Evolution from Australopithecus 

Primitive commercial shit to hard-core lyricist 

Your wax is useless 

Rappers are dropping like Icarus 

Technological revolution... nigga picture this 

Yeah... I told you what it was, but this is what it is now 

Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the clip now 

Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down 

Fellas put your hands up and the all the women strip down 

That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse 

Talk politics to the populace 

Or challenge what the market is 

With militant caucuses 

That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus 

This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on 

I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on Ramadan 

Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking back the loochie 

Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce 

We're tired of being on the outside, looking in 

Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop would've been 

This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be 

And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy 

Dominant speech is the new breed, that won't let you breathe 

I'll make you die for what I believe 

So we got nothing in common 

There ain't no comparison 

You got beef with niggas, I got beef with Aryans 

White power Nazi European Americans 

Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians 

The resurrection, ripping a ball through the wrecking section 

Flight connection to the Chechen border for guerrilla lessons 

Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now 

This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now 

Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser 

Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva 

I told you what it was, but this is what it is now 

50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now 

Fuck your private jet nigga we shooting the shit down 

Bomb wall street and make the stock market dip down 

I told you what it was, but this is what it is now 

you the shit nigga, I don't care about shit now 

I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down 

Melt the ice caps, and make all of this shit drown...