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Immortal Technique

[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine] Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that were here and they were shaking in their shoes.

"You're listening to Immortal Technique, and this is Revolutionary Vol. 2: bringing you the truth in the form of hip hop. From Death Row, this is Mumia

[Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

stop screwing me for publishing the royalties How the fuck are you my dawg, when there's no loyalty? Word to the street I should've gone independent like Immortal Technique

Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders. Ya'll niggas want to be pimps and players? This aint 1997 nigga. I'd rather be rich and unhappy, then broke and

tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique

die or you live I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique Who beheaded

[Verse 1] Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder Like those mother fuckers runnin' away from the twin towers Gun shots rock the earth like

[Verse 1] Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done I leave you full of clips like the moon