| Yeah
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| Haha
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| Se ha cabado la mierda
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| Bout to drop a def' cut
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| Yo, yo, yo, huh
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| Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic’s when I spit
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| I cause more casualties than sunken slave ships
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| Full to capacity, I bring tragedy to rap without my man Kadafi
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| The government took Nazi scientists from Germany
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| To design nuclear rockets and ways of observin' me
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| 'Cause their pathetic attempts, didn’t work to murder me
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| When this country was conceived, these bastards never heard of me
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| But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally
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| Bleeding internally, burnin' D, durin' surgery, verbally
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| 'Cause I’m a spiritual witch
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| Devils are incompatible
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| I’ve been around since the planet was inhabitable
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| I spit in the ocean and created microscopic animals
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| Which involved into two species, the righteous and the cannibals
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| But until then, I had alien women suck me off
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| When God said «Let there be light», I turned it the fuck off
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| And that’s the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old
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| I made the sun shine, and permitted time to unfold
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| The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it became cold
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| Fuck what you’ve been told
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| My spiritual form became a swarm of molecule sickness
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| Manifested liquid trapped inside a mountainous region
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| Until the skies starting raining, continuous seasons
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| Immortal Technique, at long last, reincarnated
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| Undebatable reinstated to leave you decapitated
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| Je suis fous, but my crazy words make sense
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| I’ll split every pound of your body into six pence
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| I’m sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense
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| I’ll leave your body drenched in the blood of all your ancestors
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| You’ll never be at peace, like the souls of child molestors
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| I’ll cut you and bless your festering wounds with alcohol
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| Drown you in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall
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| I’ll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall
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| This is the final call, for all the rappers that wanna brawl
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| Immortal Technique, the wrong motherfucker to diss
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| 'Cause I allow God to let you motherfuckers exist
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| Hahahahaha yeah, real oh
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| We about to crash somethin' now, yo
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| I’m the stronghold on your neck that doesn’t let you breathe
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| Stronger than the fake image of God in which you believe
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| More dangerous than your ignorant ass could ever perceive
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| A European virus, mutated in Africa, overseas
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| Transported by mosquitoes and fleas to where you live
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| So lock yourself in your house with your wife and your kids
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| You’re such a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib
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| My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did
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| My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end
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| I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches and friends
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| You don’t want beef with people like me so don’t pretend
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| I’ll resurrect your aborted baby and kill it again
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| You get no props in hip-hop like feminine men
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| I’m iller than any plague God gave Moses to send
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| You wanna make amends, 'cause I’m the reason that the earth shakes
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| Burying your fam like Central American earthquakes
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| Immortal Technique
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| Harlem to Canada
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| Lyrically damage ya
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| Te dije que se ha cabado la mierda |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Creation & Destruction , by - Immortal Technique. Song from the album Revolutionary Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп