Immortal Technique — Crossing the Boundary

[Intro] Danger! Beat Bandits, nigga! Yeah, Harlem to Chicago to LA to Toronto Philly, motherfuckin' Rio De Janeiro, nigga Cape Town, South Africa [Verse 1] I never make songs to disrespect women Or to judge people about the way that they livin' But the way I am is based on the life I was given Like them white boys, losin' my religion I used to be a Christian and a political pawn The Bible is right and all your native culture is wrong Next thing you know you tellin' me 'bout makin' a song Come in the studio, and tell me that I'm makin' it wrong Pissed off 'cause reality is makin' us strong Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh makin' a bomb Ayo, Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is goin' on? These rap niggas made propaganda out of your song But it's the Gong Show, amateur night at the Apollo My dick is like my music but harder to swallow So, children, follow me, like the Pied Piper And sing the chorus in the air, with your blunt and your lighter Sing that shit, nigga, right now [Chorus] You played yourself thinkin' you down with me I end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary You played yourself thinkin' that you down with me I end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary Yeah, yeah [Verse 2] The second verse is worse than the first in this respect Scripted specifically to keep people in check Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me But Landspeed, you ain't fuckin' shit to me And underground labels, know that I don't trust you You only independent 'til you major, so fuck you! And if you're pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you I'll rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue Dance with the Devil, remember that you're not on my level Stupid, you're not ready I won Disypher, Bragging Rights from Rocksteady And practically every battle that they got in New York And I'll still murder rappers on the street for sport Doctor Guillotine cuttin' you short, little man But you don't give me props, 'cause I never won at Scribble Jam Well, fuck you! I hope someone you love dies So fuck your crew! And fuck your family too! Technique said it, bitch, what the fuck you gon' do? [Chorus] You played yourself thinkin' you down with me I end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary You played yourself thinkin' that you down with me I end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary [Interlude] Yeah, wrap it up on these niggas, man! Wrap it up, yeah! [Verse 3] Immortal Technique incinerate degenerate fags Burn Trent Lott wrapped in his Confederate flag I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag So put the African slave jewelry in the bag Motherfuckers tell me that a diamond is forever But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Medgar Evers? House niggas, get your head severed, tryna be thug You don't concern me, I'm tryin' to hurt the people you love Word of mouth is I'm in the club, bein' sneaky I'm like the body snatchers, and your girl is gettin' sleepy I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source Like the Roman legionnaire that stabbed Christ on the cross This is about you, though, it ain't about Jesus And you shouldn't fuckin' talk about telekenesis Nigga, please, movin' shit with your mind Try movin' your moms out the projects with your rhymes And next time, I'm comin' after cualquiera Profanity, fuckin' carajo maldita mierda! Roll up the hierba, y pasala, para la izquierda Put the price up to listen to me pop shit 'Cause I got Martha Stewart givin' me stock tips Underground money with honeys up in the whip Bangbus.com, nigga, fuckin' your bitch [Outro] Yeah, played yourself, nigga, fuck all y'all! You don't know shit about me Why open your mouth and discuss who the fuck I am? I thought I told y'all niggas on Volume 1 I wasn't fuckin' around, you just slept 'Cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden era When niggas would buy anything on the shelf Those days are through, and you are through with them