Immortal Technique — Anomalies

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique] Ayyo You’re blind to the fact ‘cause you’re a coward and a dreamer A pussy like Nazis hiding in Argentina Pop shit, I’ll catch you quicker than a misdemeanor And put you in a fucking box next to Selena ‘Cause I’m the meanest motherfucker you could ever imagine Incarcerate the universe inside a single atom But since the populous can’t fathom space and stars, I’ll spit Razorblades that cover your face with scars, killing you On the spot like you saw the face of God, empty The clip in you and load sixteen for your squad. Dying Is easy, but living with Satan’s gonna be hard. I spit Revolutionary bars that’ll touch ya Bolshevik status, murder you like the King of Russia And on your tombstone, chisel “Fake Motherfucker” Cocksucker, I played you ‘cause I’m the God, but I wouldn’t send My son to save you. I gave you the pieces to reconstruct The world of the past, but all you could do was ridicule The future and laugh, so I’ma split you in half Machine gun to your belly, and then I’ll piss all over your little sister Like R. Kelly. I got more connections than illegals Selling microchips to hunt you down after I destroy The mic when I spit. Immortal Technique, bitch! I’m a real lyricist. Other people just use Jay-Z As their ventriloquist. Now run and tell your boss You motherfucking snitch [Verse 2: D. Rymz] Most cats Can’t remember me because my brain shaking energy Mentally hitting victims so hard they lose they memory And generally, you’d rather go to Hell than be my enemy You’re men’ll be with a foot in their chest—there’s the penalty Devine’ll mutilate drum beats. Before I touch An emcee in the cypher, I lubricate the tough piece Spin against his Earth ‘til his reality’s reversed, so when He spits his best verse, it comes out as his worse, so life Begins in a hearse and ends it with birth, so everything That he hate, he loves until it hurts My logic is sick. All you chumps gotta get sticked. Hot as The clip that was dipped up in the bottomless pit. With knowledge Equipped, I thieve on the foolish. Reason I knew this: Jesus and Judas, Caesar and Brutus David, Goliath, I’m seizing Devine, you heathens are blind Be warned: I storm like all four seasons combined Carve your extremities like mob in the Genovese Heat the part of the brain in charge of the memories Dudes done forgot how we starved in the ‘70s Sons continuing wars, our fathers were enemies In these dark spots, the don bomb like the Lebanese The wicked trying to replace God with celebrities Yeah, you heard me The wicked trying to replace God with celebrities [Hook: D. Rymz] (x2) Too real. Too fake you’re trying to be My power with words something you ain’t trying to see A real lyricist in death, so honor me I am what you’re not, I’m an anomaly