Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crossing the Boundary, artist - Immortal Technique. Album song Revolutionary Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Crossing the Boundary |
I never make songs to disrespect woman |
or to judge people about the way that they’re living |
but the way I am is based on the life I was given |
like them white boys; |
+Losing My Religion+ |
I used to be a christian and a political porn |
the bible is right and all your native culture is wrong |
next thing you know you telling me 'bout making a song |
come in the studio, and tell me that I’m making it wrong |
pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong |
like the ghost of Timothy Mc Veigh making a bomb |
'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song |
but it’s the gong show, amature night at the apollo |
my dick is like my music, but harder to swallow |
so children follow me, like the pot piper |
and sing the chorus in the air, with your blood in your lighter |
(sing that shit nigga, right now) |
You played yourself thinking your down with me I end your life nigga, don’t fuck around with me and if you kids can’t listen, then your bound to see |
the way you get shot for crossing the boundary |
The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects |
script this specifically to keep people in check |
Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me but Landspeed, you ain’t fucking shit to me and underground labels know that I don’t trust you |
your only independent till your major, so fuck you |
and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you |
I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue |
+Dance With The Devil+ remember that your not on my level |
stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, Pragging Rights from Rocksteady |
and practically every battle that they got in New York |
and I still murder rappers on the street for sport |
Doctor Giateen cutting you short little man |
but you don’t give me props 'cause I never won at Scripple Jam |
well fuck you, I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew |
and fuck your family too, Technique’s at it bitch |
What the fuck you gonna do |
(Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggaz, wrap it up, Yeah) |
Immortal Technique insinuate degenerate fags |
burn tretlock, wrapped in his confederate flag |
I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag |
so put the African slave juvelery in the bag |
motherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is forever |
but is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Mekka evers? |
house niggas get your head sevet? |
trying to be thug |
you don’t concern me, I’m trying to hurt the people you love |
Word of Mouth is I’m in the club being sneaky |
I’m like the body snatchers in your girl as getting sleepy |
I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source |
like the roman leech and Anit stabbed Christ on the cross |
this is about Judo, it ain’t about Jesus |
and you shouldn’t fucking talk about telekenesis |
nigga please, moving shit with your mind |
try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes |
and next time, I’m coming after 'cual quiera’profanity |
fucking 'carajo maldita mierda' |
roll up 'de hierva, i pasala, para la isquierda' |
put the price up to listen to me pop shit |
'cause I got Martha Steward giving me stop tips |
underground money with honeys up in the whip |
Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch |
Yeah, played yourself nigga |
fuck all ya, you don’t know shit about me why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am |
I thought I told ya niggaz on volume one, I wasn’t fucking around |
you just slept, cuz you sold a few thousand units in the golden era |
when niggaz would buy anything on the shelf |
but those days are through, and you are through with them |