crossing the boundary

Lyrics

danger! beat bandits, nigga!, yeah. harlem to chicago to l.a. to toronto, philly, motherfucking rio de janeiro, nigga, ha-ha. cape town, south africa, i never make songs that disrespect women, or that judge people about the way that they're living, but the way i am is based on the life i was given, like them white boys: 'losing my religion', i used to be a christian and a political pawn, the bible is right and all your native culture is wrong, next thing you know you telling me 'bout making a song, come in the studio, and tell me that i'm making it wrong, pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong, like the ghost of timothy mcveigh making a bomb, 'ey yo marvin gaye, what the fuck is going on, these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song, but it's the gong show, amateur night at the apollo, my dick is like my music, but harder to swallow, so children follow me, like the pied piper, and sing the chorus in the air, with your blunt in your lighter, sing that shit nigga right now, you played yourself thinking your down with me, i end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me, and if you kids can't listen, then you're bound to see, the way you get shot for crossing the boundary, you played yourself thinking your down with me, i end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me, and if you kids can't listen, then you're bound to see, the way you get shot for crossing the boundary, the second verse is worse than the first in this respect, scripted specifically to keep people in check, harlem to boston, real niggas spit with me, but landspeed, you ain't fucking shit to me, and underground labels know that i don't trust you, you're only independent 'til you're major, so fuck you, and if you're pissed off 'cause you think that i dissed you, i'll rape your mom so we can make this a personal issue, 'dance with the devil', remember that you're not on my level, stupid, you're not ready, i won disypher, bragging rights from rocksteady, and practically every battle that they got in new york, and i still murder rappers on the street for sport, doctor guillotine cutting you short, little man, but you don't give me props 'cause i never won at scribble jam, well, fuck you, i hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew, and fuck your family too, technique said it bitch, what the fuck you gon' do?, you played yourself thinking your down with me, i end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me, and if you kids can't listen, then you're bound to see, the way you get shot for crossing the boundary, you played yourself thinking your down with me, i end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me, and if you kids can't listen, then you're bound to see, the way you get shot for crossing the boundary, yeah. wrap it up on these niggas. wrap it up. yeah, immortal technique incinerate degenerate fags, burn trent lott, wrapped in his confederate flag, i got the beretta with my face wrapped in a rag, so put the african slave jewelry in the bag, motherfuckers tell me that a diamond is forever, what?, but is it worth the blood of malcolm and medgar evers?, house niggas get your head severed trying to be thug, you don't concern me, i'm trying to hurt the people you love, word of mouth is i'm in the club being sneaky, i'm like the body snatchers and your girl is getting sleepy, i'll murder you indiscreetly, right at the source, like the roman legionnaire that stabbed christ on the cross, this is about judo, it ain't about jesus, and you shouldn't fucking talk about telekinesis, nigga, please, moving shit with your mind, try moving your moms out the projects with your rhymes, and next time, i'm coming after 'cual quiera' profanity, fucking 'carajo maldita mierda', roll up 'de hierba, y pasala, para la isquierda', put the price up to listen to me pop shit, 'cause i got martha stewart giving me stock tips, underground money with honeys up in the whip, bangbus.com, nigga, fucking your bitch, yeah, played yourself, nigga, fuck all ya, you don't know shit about me, why open your mouth and discuss who the fuck i am, i thought i told you niggas on volume one, i wasn't fucking around, you just slept, 'cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden era, when niggas would buy anything on the shelf, but those days are through, and you are through with them