Crimes Of The Heart (feat. Maya Azucena) by Immortal Technique
Crimes Of The Heart lyrics (feat. Maya Azucena)
[Verse 1]
I turned 21 in prison, locked up at night
Now I walk around free, it seems like another life
Another role with some other dice
Another hole or a loving wife?
People come and go
Some really you never know
Intellectual midgets that really never grow
Fake love that hangs on like, can I hold you though?
With no friends that look at you like, yo, yeah I told
you so
A toast to the broken hearted, who never finished what
they fucking started
People who go out and try to be a rebel at night
Who try to make up for the fact that they settled in
life
It's like a fight between the devil and christ over the
limelight
Spiritual celebrity poker, but the whole deck is full
of jokers
And every year that you get older, the stakes get
higher
Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars
Real talk cos the real New York is the pain and the
suffering of lost love
Staring off into the distance of the mist in the club
Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide
And the struggle inside yourself that keeps you alive
Surviving medicated, stalked by sobriety
The life you live now, tortured by memories violently
I pray inside of me that one day you can be forgiven
For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in
[Verse 2]
Love doesn't need a complicated metaphor
And sometimes, nothing needs to be said at all
Sometimes the person you with is not your one and only
And you just fuck with them 'cause you afraid to be
lonely
And when you come back, it's too late
So you overcompensate like victims of rape for the self
hate
Lost in the affection of strangers arround you
Instead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about
you
Thought you were happy, so you didn't come check me
But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly
You conveniently realized that you could never forget
me
And tried to crawl back in my life, unexpectedly
These are my indictments of those who claim to be
righteous
And leave a trail of broken hearts on they way to
enlightment
But I can't give in to hatred and pass judgement
Even towards every illusion I've been in love with
Cause the heart that betrays itself willingly
Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability
It's so seductive to be cold and corrupted
And isolated, trying to be an independent republic
But liberty, to be loved on the surface is worthless
The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose
Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption
Cursing the god, desperately trying to get his
attention
[Immortal Technique]
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah
The game is polluted by rappers that are really
snitches,
And most DJ's are nothing but industry bitches,
And we don't got no mansion or riches,
But we got guns and knifes, and your children s
pictures,
And everybody loses in war, but you lose more,
What you think we brought back the panthers, and the
Zulus for
Immortal witch doctor made himself a voodoo doll,
For every motherfucker that fronted, that I recall.
Fuck the industry, don't call me, you can't get with
me.
I leave niggas hanging like Mississippi,
RBG to the last drop of blood in my body,
Or the Feds drag me away, like a tsunami.
But I'll be back, like a fresh body bag from Iraq,
Like a Baltimore slum,
during the resurgence of crack
Brown and black, like the AK I keep in the strap,
While we waiting on the next stock market to collapse .
Terretorial, oritory, auditorium, fuck around,
I'll be the cause of your life's memorial.
I write raps territorial, east coast borders too,
Never cross them borders till I coastaly slaughter you,
I'm better than all of you, vendettas be mauling you,
You talkin chedda, Ima Shredder, Ill sever it off of
you,
I never remorse for you, no letters endorsing you.
Poll position in the coffin is what is, costing you,
The carcus boss is true, show of a fortress,
Them mortgage's of a culture of losses, through and
through.
It's the rebel arms,
Gods speed with devils charm,
The bitch man gets switch blades in every arm,
And this way we exnay on any harm,
Cuz snakes play and fakes lay, like hidden bombs,
We march in unison, the soul is truer than eternal
images to,
My life time to do it in.
Stronghold, said it, whoop your bitch ass with a tong,
The rebel arms swarm and form like bullditron,
Slash your obese, you heard mark of the east,
Running through cop lands screaming fuck the police.
Hormones in the water, they actin outa order, like a
pack of
Rabbid wolves, they lambs for the slaughter.
Crush your man devour, rip the drums like animal,
Even
My regiment salute me, haters wanna shoot me,
cool aid in they vains, they always try to sue me.
You sell crack and rap, dead and skinned multiple baby
mommas,
take care of your kids,
Guilitine rap, shackles on your ankle,
chemical warfare where punchlines connect,
the circum plate snipers, with Immortal Tech,
They call block governor, to drag 'em off the set.
[J. Arch]
Rebel arms out for supremecy and move non-gimmicky
Related to royalty on each trip you mention me
Twist bars illest-ly, rebel against the infantry
Get more than yo' feet wet when I make you a memory
Cats not ready because they commercially industry
I make house calls to those afraid to visit me
Disrespect, I'll smash off the petty
from undisclosed locates, move fast for their cheddy
Arch don't breakdance, yet I (Rock Steady)
I jump on your scope to prove your aim not deadly
My shot to the top is like Mikki and Mal' smelly
Flow milky like the tits of a chick, that's top heavy
The (Technique's Immortal) so Rebel Arm's the regiment
Arch status nicer than, other rappers ever been
My cantine's full from when the doc don't got medicine
Five-star general, frontline veteran
[Outro: DJ Green Lantern] Invasion baby!
Shit ain't a fuckin game that we playin
Immortal Technique...
Oh yeah, don't forget
"Revolutionary Vol. 3" comin soon
you're not worthy, you sons-of-bitches!
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