Immortal Technique — The Rebel

Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa (this is how it goes) for the head warmers, y'know wut I mean..this is For my peoples..insomniac I can't sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo Ayo (yea) I'm a rebel that'll fire missiles at red dawn But before I issue the order to send bombs I want presidential money like execs at Enron And gold digging porn chicks for me to spend on But I'mma only pay for 1 night stay at the Ritz I won't even get you a towel when I spray on your tits I'm not a misogynist I just like it when girls are massaging this So pop shit And Immaa smoke you and your bitch moms I'm ambidextrous the microphone can switch palms Immortal Technique psychotic nigga to spit calm Misinterpreted by the media like Islam I love the underground but not enough chicks in a thong What the fuck how could beautiful women be wrong? Tech load clips like they were hits from the bong That was supposed to be the end of the song But its not the freestyle got me stuck in the zone I can't stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot But I'mma shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain Like the military did to the fourth terrorist plane That was ill but shut the fuck up and let me explain What good is fame and flossing When you stuck in a coffin? And who the fuck you gonna run to when I make you an orphan? I'm metamorphosing into something you thought that I could never be Ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy My heart pumps nitro-glycerin and Hennessey twisted chemistry Cry blood and I bleed venom Never subliminal clear with the message I'm sending Bending the space-time continuum Just to get to you And blast you so hard it'll kill the person next to you So in retrospect remember and dont fuckin forget Yall are walking dead people y'all just dont know it yet! Yea...yea nigga..its on...you know what time it is.. Im out...Harlem nigga.....this is for all the devils.. I'm coming in here to take your head off