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Immortal Technique - Illest - текст песни, видео

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Immortal Technique - Illest - текст песни, видео

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[Jean Grae] 
Ayo, i burn my bridges with a blow torch 
a rebel born from verbal holocaust 
dirty and never try to clense to get the drama off 
the swiftest stealth assassin snipe you 
from balcony shots of terrorist position 
professional from the opera box 
rhyme documents infamous like the 
Bill of Right, illa tight, having niggas 
open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae, 
ya koo's a mass murderer, friends who got 
the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her 
wild style, my mouth gone to train up, i spit 
Krolyon in five colors, when i speak i spray my 
name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce, 
splash your remains and brains out on the street 
like Henny and juice, noose your neck and loosen 
your spine from back shift your spleen, rip til it's 
just obscene, from down town spillin it, New York 
illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl 
like a nigga what? 

[scratches] 

[Pumpkinhead] 
I've been through Hell and back, scars swell 
on my back, i spit bars, ya'll spit repetative 
raps, i'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme 
with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind 
and your spine, that's why, ya'll wanna bite my design 
and that's why, usually i hold the mic like a nine 
pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it 
pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors when 
it rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in 
a lightning storm, with the top down, we got 
this locked down, like convicts on the run 
getting shot down, we four times, 
gaining yards in the whole line, see me 
and Tech we steadily building, and we about 
to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building, 
and all them niggas get mad when we step in 
the building, cuz we make the crowd jump, 
and hit they heads on the ceiling, what? 

[scratches] 

[Immortal Technique] 
I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia 
bury competition like Mesoputamia, eminating 
radiation pissing liquid uranium, i bring the rock 
like European drunks in soccer stadiums, i'll 
split your cranium with perfect symmatry lyrically 
if your not the illest, then you don't deserve to 
spit with me, OBS obliverating bastards 
saccrealigiously, i sacrafice niggas who 
talk shit ritualisticly, maticulisly making 
all my rivals suicidal like white suburban 
kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible 
my arrival is genocidal, like Christopher 
Columbus, exterminating rascism of whack 
MC's that walk among us, i've just begun to bust 
i'll make this place, open gondela 
these racist cops wanna lock me longer then 
Nelson Mandela, pissed off, i'm making hella 
paper, East to West coast, and i treat the law in this 
country like a mother fucking joke, cuz if i'm 
willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his 
Coke, you know it don't mean shit to me 
to cut a fuckin cops throat 

[Immortal Technique talking] 
Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique, DP-one, tell em what the fuck we about to do 

[scratches] 
sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry
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