revolutionary

Lyrics

, yo load the fuck up, you too, remember break that window when that cop comes in, and blow that motherfuckers head off, yeah load it up again cause these motherfuckers, are gonna come back for us. we gotta be prepared in this day and age, we gotta, be prepared for whatever comes the fuck at us. cause we are living revolutionarily. you cannot second guess yourself in these days and times, there gonna throw whatever they can at you and you gotta, be prepared for it, you gotta be prepared for anything, "if liberty or dead, there's freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody!", no matter what the fuck life throws at me, i continue to make it threw indefinitely, immortal technique defeats the odds repetitively, until there ain't shit ahead of me competitively, surviving the tough times is imperative to me, looking at the whole world revolutionarily, "they don't want to hear you old uncle tom handkerchief, hand talking about.uh thee, no.", technique will force you into strategical retreat, because i dominate guerrilla warfare in the streets, there ain't no way to picture me without a victory speech, when i reach higher positions, without the recognition of pissed on competition, cause i conquered there ambitions, in a systematic form like a religionist tradition, my mission is to take you, lyrically break you, lyrically assassinate you, lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you, to destroy the power that mentally incarcerates you, cause even though i rip it better i could not forsake you, your my people with the same oppressors so how could i hate you, the revolution of the mind that bring lee generates you, but when you come original people impersonate you, start to hate you, cause the conflict is building within the ultimate sin, is to be ashamed of your skin, my rhymes are like jamaican over proof i make the room spin, intoxicated flow i bleed vodka and brandy, don't make me choke you down like jon-benet ramsey, something demands of me to rip this fucking shit uncannily, god commanded me to be a technological disease, and psychologically do battle with the best emcee's, *inaudible* these in technique, cause i'm the capital of revolutionary nation that's infallible, aztec like the hannibal, rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to the cannibal's, your just a fucking animal but i'm the neo sapien, cause my original civilization was based upon creation, you know theirs no escaping even though your heart is racing, i'll put your best disciple on academic probation, fuck the litigation, fuck the best rapper nominations, and fuck the president i voted for assassinations, i'm saying fuck the federal bullshit investigations, fuck the cover up of ghetto radiation extermination, using my people for experimentation, and if doesn't play hip hop then fuck your radio station, "revolutions overturn systems, revolutions destroy systems!", yo what the fuck happen to reality spitting rhyme slayers, these days everybody trying to be a thug or a player, where did all the real motherfuckers go in the game, bring back the break dancers and graffiti writers with fame, i remember hip hop before the mic cunt clapping, cause i used to drink forties with more flavor then these rappers, lyrical ego trips doesn't make fortification, your not dope enough, spit self glorification, so don't jerk me around cause my name ain't masturbation, life is hard it'll leave you scarred cause i been threw shit, if you consider rap a job i suggest that you quit, don't you understand the audience will listen and dance, in the club, crib or car or whatever they get the chance, to be emancipated start debating justice in the cipher, why do you think project rooms look like the cells in riker's, i'm explaining the significance or the reason behind it, there preparing your children for the prison environment, when you don't amount to shit prison becomes retirement, but i refuse to be took in to central booking in chains, cause sleeping on the floor in cages starts to fuck with your brain, the system ain't reformatory, it's only purgatory, close to hell but i rebel as begin to sparkle out, and tell my people how we fell into the trap that we live in, because they locked us up in ghetto's and began to rape my women, so i leave the system unforgiven like east wood, cause i was bless with lyrical strength to do whatever i could, you should of seen it coming long ago when you were very young, my word is through the father, holy spirit and his fucking son, cause when i grab the mic device in front of christ and start to rip it, i'll make jesus turn around and say "yo pop this nigga flipped it", so talk about whatever and be what you wanna be, but don't mistake the way i break the faith for simple blasphemy, cause through the highest frequencies in the nyc, i'm crushing 97.1 percent of mc's,