Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revolutionary, artist - Immortal Technique. Album song Revolutionary Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Revolutionary |
Remember break that window when that cop comes in |
And blow that motherfuckers head off |
--multiple gun shots-- (Got him) |
Yeah load it up again cause these motherfuckers |
Are gonna come back for us. |
(We're ready) |
We gotta be prepared in this day and age, we gotta |
Be prepared for whatever comes the fuck at us. |
(Word up) |
Cause we are living revolutionarily. |
(Definitely) |
You cannot second guess yourself in these days and times |
They’re gonna throw whatever they can at you and you gotta |
Be prepared for it, you gotta be prepared for anything |
«It's liberty or it’s death |
It’s freedom for everybody or it’s freedom for nobody!» |
(Hook) |
No matter what the fuck life throws at me |
I continue to make it through indefinitely |
Immortal Technique defeats the odds repetitively |
Until there ain’t shit ahead of me competitively |
Surviving the tough times is imperative to me |
Looking at the whole world revolutionarily |
They don’t want to hear you old Uncle Tom |
Handkerchief heads talking about the odds |
Technique will force you into strategical retreat |
Because I dominate guerrilla warfare in the streets |
There ain’t no way to picture me without a victory speech |
When I reach higher positions |
Without the recognition of pissed on competition |
Cause I conquered their renditions |
In a systematic form like a religious tradition |
My mission is to take you, lyrically break you |
Lyrically assassinate you |
Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you |
To destroy the power that mentally incarcerates you |
Cause even though I rip it better I could not forsake you |
You’re my people with the same oppressors so how could I hate you |
The revolution of the mind that bring me generates you |
But when you come original people impersonate you, start to hate you |
Cause the conflict is building within the ultimate sin |
Is to be ashamed of your skin |
My rhymes are like Jamaican over proof I make the room spin |
Intoxicated flow I bleed vodka and brandy |
Don’t make me choke you down like Jon Benét Ramsey |
Something demands of me to rip this fucking shit uncannily |
God commanded me to be a technological disease |
And psychologically do battle with the best emcee’s |
Upper-case the 'T' in Technique |
Cause I’m the capital of revolutionary nation that’s infallible |
Aztec; |
Lecter, Hannibal |
Rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to the cannibals |
Your just a fucking animal but I’m the Neosapien |
Cause my original civilization was based upon creation |
You know theirs no escaping even though your heart is racing |
I’ll put your best disciple on academic probation |
Fuck the litigation, fuck the best rapper nominations |
And fuck the president I voted for assassination |
I’m saying fuck the federal bullshit investigations |
Fuck the cover up of ghetto radiation extermination |
Using my people for experimentation |
And if doesn’t play hip hop then fuck your radio station |
(Hook) |
No matter what the fuck life throws at me |
I continue to make it through indefinitely |
Immortal Technique defeats the odds repetitively |
Until there ain’t shit ahead of me competitively |
Surviving the tough times is imperative to me |
Looking at the whole world revolutionarily |
Revolutions overturn systems, revolutions destroy systems! |
(crowd cheers) |
Yo what the fuck happen to reality spitting rhyme slayers |
These days everybody trying to be a thug or a player |
Where did all the real motherfuckers go in the game |
Bring back the break dancers and graffiti writers with fame |
I remember hip hop before the mic gun clapping |
Cause I used to drink forties with more flavor then these rappers |
Lyrical ego trips doesn’t make fortification |
Your not dope enough, spit self glorification |
So don’t jerk me around cause my name ain’t masturbation |
Life is hard it’ll leave you scarred cause I been through shit |
If you consider rap a job I suggest that you quit |
Don’t you understand the audience will listen and dance |
In the club, crib or car or whatever they get the chance |
To be emancipated start debating justice in the cipher |
Why do you think project rooms look like the cells in Rikers |
I’m explaining the significance on the reason behind it |
They’re preparing your children for the prison environment |
When you don’t amount to shit prison becomes retirement |
But I refuse to be took in to central booking in chains |
Cause sleeping on the floor in cages starts to fuck with your brain |
The system ain’t reformatory, it’s only purgatory |
Close to hell but I rebel as begin to spark an L |
And tell my people how we fell into the trap that we live in |
Because they locked us up in ghetto’s and began to rape our women |
So I leave the system Unforgiven like Eastwood |
Cause I was bless with lyrical strength to do whatever I could |
You should of seen it coming long ago when you were very young |
My word is through the father, holy spirit and his fucking son |
Cause when I grab the mic device in front of Christ and start to rip it |
I’ll make Jesus turn around and say «yo pop this nigga flipped it» |
So talk about whatever and be what you wanna be |
But don’t mistake the way I break the faith for simple blasphemy |
Cause through the highest frequencies in the NYC |
I’m crushing 97.1 percent of MC’s |
(Hook) |
No matter what the fuck life throws at me |
I continue to make it through indefinitely |
Immortal Technique defeats the odds repetitively |
Until there ain’t shit ahead of me competitively |
Surviving the tough times is imperative to me |
Looking at the whole world revolutionarily |