Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top of the Food Chain, artist - Immortal Technique. Album song Revolutionary Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Top of the Food Chain |
We the top of the food chain motherfucker |
Stronghold in it, yo |
MC’s are just figments of my imagination (tell 'em) |
They don’t have to be dissed (tell 'em) |
I just stop thinkin about them (tell 'em!) |
And they cease to exist (tell 'em!) |
Don’t get me pissed pussies |
Desolate easy Jesus, while they squeezin heaters |
You better? |
Then please defeat us |
Ladies is teacher squeezers, they pleased to meet us |
Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders |
My tongue new in late modern English, I’m from the side with heaters |
Always comment on your side as beepers |
It ain’t no joke, baby the bell is broke |
Just holla out the window if you tryin to reach us |
Poison Pen for you ballers and bammers |
Walk up in the spot, metal detectors went bananas |
Stronghold! |
It’s Bronx swingin, give me dap 'til my palm’s stingin |
Grab your bitch — and make a porn feature |
Come out your mouth, that’s a nice shirt to bleed on |
They only use yo' ass to fuck and roll trees on (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK!) |
It’s on, your block, your street |
Niggaz so puss and they don’t speak, they queaf |
When you run shit, Stronghold shit |
I need a chain I can jump rope with |
And Bed-Stuy got 'em, word I’m like Zeus without the eye problem |
Some neck without the pearl spot, or it ain’t rockin the most |
Chicken spots, even if tots got they eyes on your necklace |
My life is this flick, and y’all are extras |
I double more blocks than Tetris, we perfectionists |
And wouldn’t have it, any other way, yeah |
Pen Pen nigga look good |
My flow’s a couple of retarded niggaz too dumb |
With an impact on hip-hop |
Like LL walkin into Def Jam screaming out BOX! |
Immortal Technique, top of the food chain |
I’ll split your wifey’s head open, just to get me some brain |
I spit venomous thing with Poison Pen |
Destroy the sun and in eight minutes you’ll never see day again |
Pray for your friends but me and God’ll just laugh at you |
Tell you to shut the fuck up, and rain acid on you |
Break down your molecules and spiritually damage you |
Haven’t you got the picture yet? |
Motherfuckers like you are easy to disrespect, cause you’re only a thug |
When you on the internet you can’t compare your dialect to Tech' |
Because you lack the chromos' |
I’m a Neo-Sapien, but y’all are still actin like homos |
If you talk high, you get your mouth punched in |
Stronghold is my house nigga, greasy apartment |
My legions are foul, you eat he crapped out |
Ain’t never seen no trees in my mouth |
Poison Pen magnitude eight-point-three |
The hottest shit this side of the Gaza Strip |
Alongside many gangs in rap arouses |
That point and click without red browsers |
Look out it’s the 80's all over again it seems |
Long hair, denim suits and big tanks, and glitz |
We don’t look for hoes so they scoop us |
Tell your bitch to bring nothin to my crib but, pussy and a toothbrush |
And a camcorder, y’all could all relate |
They treat my nuts like imported grapes |
That’s how it is at the, top of the food chain |
Poison Pen, Technique and — all y’all better take turns sleepin |