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Immortal
The
The Mic Sessions
Written by: K

Yea, yea, immortal (you know)...Harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the warmers, y'know wut I mean..this is
for my peoples..insomniac I sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)

Im a rebel that'll fire missles at red
but before I issue the order to bombs,
I want presidential money execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn chicks for me to on

But only pay for 1 night stay at the Ritz
I wont even get you a when I spray on your tits,
Im not a misogynist I just like it when are
this so pop shit

And Im'a you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the cause switch palms
Immortal Technique nigga to spit calm
misinterpreted by the like Islaam

I love the underground but not enuough in a thong
what the fuck how could beautiful be wrong?
Tech clips like they were hits from the bong
was supposed to be the end of the song
but its not the freestyle got me in the zone

I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government

But Im'a shoot down the stuck in your brain
like the did to the fourth terrorist plain
that was ill but the fuck up and let me explain

good is fame and flossan
when you stuck in a
and who the fuck you gonna run to when i you an orphan?

Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could be
ghetto engineered without a remedy
my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and twisted chemistry

Cry and i bleed venom
never subliminal clear with the message im
bending the continuum

to get to you
and blast you so hard itll kill the next to you

So in retrospect and dont fuckin forget
yall are dead people yall just dont know it yet!

Yea...yea nigga..its on...you know wut it is..
im out...harlem nigga.....this is for all the devils..
I'm in here to take your head off.