In The Club Freestyle by Immortal Technique
In The Club Freestyle lyrics
I know I look like, Immortal Technique to you, but I
created this generic clone just to speak to you
Me and 2-7-9, are plantin a bomb in a building, these
underground shows never got women and children
I'm serial killin', every fake nigga alive, so most of
you who can't rap won't survive
Machine gun everything around like a panorama, and burn
rubber with the ghost of princess Diana
I'm like Santana, pulling strings in a game, while
slaves emilate they masters, they livin the same,
forget the fame
I can't rest a second alone, I got homeland security
tapping my phone
Well here's a warning to the government that creeps on
me, I'm like a cunstain matress don't sleep on me
I roll deep, with a fully loaded AK, murder cowards in
their sleep like the I.R.A
I represent Soul 4 dawg, that's the best hood, you
can't be shot while you sittin in your whip like Tim
Westwood
Whilin' out, you know how we doin' persuin' and this is
freestyle in the meanwhile other cats are spittin'
written bitten composition, you're crushed in
submission
This is Harlem, You'll never rise to stardom kid, I
came down to London, Ey you know how we did, and this
is off the dome, off the brain, lyrically insane
And that's how I'm tripping that's how I'm flipping Ey
yo, check it out
I'm the illest latino, I never had to buy an album back
like Benzino,
You know I'm sick with the flow, spittin' it slow, Ey
you I have to go to the bathroom, I made a scramble, I
lost 10 pounds and I don't even gamble!
So y'know, what's happening, when I'm rockin' it, off
the brain lyrically insane, Immortal Technique, saying
you nice as me dawg?
You straight telling lies, me and you have never been
even like Biggy Small's eyes, when will you realize
Immortal Technique is iller,
the socialist guierella, stomp you like a storm piller,
comin' through, representing whoever, cleverly, under
the weather
Yo, it's like that, a Latin assasin I make it happen,
I'm about to go platinum but when you see me up in the
spot, rockin' it hip-off the top of the knot
Ey yo, thats how it goes thats how it flows, thats how
it shows, Ey yo it's 96.9,
ey yo I substract the same numbers from both sides and
thats 5-9 and thats fine and I continue to climb,
I continue to shine, I continue to climb
Ey yo the voice of racism pushing through God's name,
Ey yo thats devilish,
a church in America called the Prophet Muhammed a
terrorist
Forgetting that God is not a religion but a spiritual
bond, and that Jesus is the most quoted Prophet in the
Quran
They bombed innocent people, tried to murder Saddam,
when they gave him those weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter
Jennings, this Condaliza Rice is just the new age Sally
Hemmings
I break it down with critical language, and spirit
through anguish, and Judas is angry, the guilt to be
trained
Christ, you murdered him, stole his religion and
painted him white, translated in phsycologically
painted philosophy,
conservative political right-wing ideology, put
together sloppily
Blasphemy of a nation, I got my back to the wall, I'm
facing assasination, Guantanamo Bay, federal
incarceration
How can this be, land of the free, home of the brave,
indigenous holocaust and home of the slave?
Corporate America, dancing off-beat to the rythm, they
really think the country never sponsored terrorism
Human right violations we continue to saga, el
Salvador, Nicanshus and Nicaragua
And on top of that we still want want to take me to
prison, just cause I won't trade humanity for patroism
Ey yo I'm still buckin out I know you flipped the
instrumentals, with coincedence comes spinning off the
top of the mental
Ey yo this government is tapping my phone, like I told
you before, I keep it raw I smash kids heads in the
corridor
And thats how it goes, you know that Helen is crazy,
Immortal Technique blazing, amazing MCs
Yo, I'm hangin' out with the illest rappers alive, Ey
yo I strive to be better, I strive to survive,
I strive to stab a live wire to the top of my brain
I make cuts on my dick, with masicistics tactics, and
then take a fetish, while simultaniously stabbing a
pregnant fat bitch,
on a vomit-covered mattress, while the fetus uses my
dick to practice gymnastics, dancing on it like a
balance beam doing backflips
Ey yo, I smack kids, and I compact them, ey yo I
subtract them, and I'm keepin' this freestyle from the
brain,
I'm lyrically insane, let me explain
Ey yo, let me give you the rap-up, 2003, people went to
war and they tried to drag me, and everyone else,
and now we about to put Tony Blair back on the shelf
They're taking it ova', my word to Jahova, I don't got
a Range Rover, I be in the tube, I be at the Meirut
spitting on people's faces, whilin' up
Ey yo no doubt, I keep it complete, Immortal Technique,
and I'm completely flipping the spanish making rappers
vanish like ???
Immortal Technique, I be chillin', with my boy
Clamento, ay yo Ralphdog dotcom, log on, so we can drop
bombs, ey yo,
bragging rights to hook that con to rock steady, you're
not ready, won every battle in New York City,
Your style is not pretty, kinda like Macy Grey, and my
faking God is kinda shitty, I put my hand on the Bible
and tell,
"Whoopie that she's pretty" and this is some mean stuff
that I'm spittin, off the top of the brain, ay yo, you
know how I rock,
2-7-9, that means you catchin 18 shots, and thats how
it goes, and thats how it flows, and I'm outta here,
I'm out of Jahove, I'm with gymnastics and the cash and
the cheddar, since that I meant that, Technique, end of
the letter
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