| This game is cold, I told my broad I won’t be coming home
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| I lost my job, I lost my mind, lost everything I own
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| The city got me fucked up. |
| yo these pigs got me fucked up.
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| Music on the radio is fucked up, I hop in the truck and only want to feel the
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| pain
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| Chino XL, and fuck everybody else!
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| Fuck everybody else! |
| fuck everybody else!
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| Immortal Technique and fuck everybody else!
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| Fuck everybody else! |
| fuck everybody else!
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| Psycho Realm and fuck everybody else!
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| Fuck everybody else! |
| fuck everybody else!
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| Real lyricists and fuck everybody else!
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| All my street soldiers STAND UP!
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| Arm yourselves!
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| What the fuck happened to rap? |
| I need to put my lyrical clip in
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| It’s on homie, gun clapping is back
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| These pop acts make me wanna pop gats
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| This whole shit is fucked up coz radio just broadcast trash
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| Surround the wack, blast my semi-auto tracks
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| Launching deadly hollow caps and taking out the whack
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| And many follow that, swallow that…
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| I’ll burn you vocal like a bottle Jack
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| You thought you had the streets coz I was gone
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| Well we just got ‘em back! |
| Homie you can check my team
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| It’s super ugly when you get us all together, Sick, Tech & Chi
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| This reign of terror won’t end with me
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| I spawned a little psycho coz my baby momma kept that seed
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| Now I’mma take a little trip to these radio stations
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| Grab them punk ass DJs, wave guns in their faces
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| If they don’t play my shit then it’s «Welcome to Hell»
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| Coz all we want is Immortal Tech, Chino & the Psycho Realm!
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| Immortal Technique and fuck everybody else!
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| Fuck everybody else! |
| fuck everybody else!
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| Psycho Realm and fuck everybody else!
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| Fuck everybody else! |
| fuck everybody else!
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| Chino XL and fuck everybody else!
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| Fuck everybody else! |
| fuck everybody else!
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| Real lyricists and fuck everybody else!
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| All my street soldiers STAND UP!
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| Arm yourselves!
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| Chino’s ill, slap off your cosmetics
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| I arm myself like a veteran putting on prosthetics
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| My barbaric genetics bring pain
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| The only Revolution that you’ve ever seen is Prince’s group in Purple Rain
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| Deranged monster is sponsored
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| You get shit on and pissed on like Tila Tequila at a Juggalos concert
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| Ain’t tryna be glamorous, hammers we snap like cameras
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| I’m fuckin' intense like teenage camp councilors
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| Spit blood through your stereo, there we go, time for your burial
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| Fag niggas, after you rhyme say no hetero (hahaha)
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| My murderous sentences, no secrets where my weapons is
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| Locked in the closet next to pop rappers' sexual preferences
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| Amber alert, your girl’s mouth ran away with my kids
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| If you’re sick then I should be diagnosed with three days to live
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| You slip I kidnap you and give you a mean death
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| Beat you with your Blackberry till there’s barely a screen left
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| Jack and Tech my dawgs like Andrés in the Philippines
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| My mistress is villainy, rape and pillage ‘em lyrically
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| My symphony’s sinfully biblically loved by killers
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| Who gives a fuck who’s the greatest rapper alive as-long as Chino’s the illest!
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| Fuck a silent Revolution, soldier, I’m on the warpath
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| I’ll throw my commandments down on your platinum calf
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| You’ll get your face slashed like a Rikers Island reminder
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| Behind ya snipers will find ya whether you run to China
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| Or try to crawl the fuck back in your mother’s vagina, (bitch!)
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| And I don’t need a fuckin' co-signer (hahaha)
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| To murder gassed up underground niggas like coal miners
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| Bring it back paying homage to the old timers
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| I was bred as a carnivore, bred as a cannibal
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| Flow sicker than pictures of people fuckin' animals
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| Like a car crash ripped in half neck to the crotch
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| Muthafuckas scared to stare but they secretly watch
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| Niggas wanna play Shaytan? |
| Well let’s get it on
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| I fire missiles like the fuckin' shit that hit the Pentagon
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| You not strong enough to do a song with me I’m the truth
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| Like Tina Turner motherfucker, you’ll get raped in a booth! |