paroles de chanson Hip Hop Speech - Immortal Technique
Yo
You′re
not
as
cold
as
me,
motherfucker,
stop
pretendin'
I′ll
murder
you
in
front
of
your
crib
like
John
Lennon
Rip
the
tendons
outta
your
muscle
to
cut
the
tension
I'm
beyond
your
comprehension
Like
related
subatomic
particles
in
fifth
dimensions
Suspension
in
your
breathing
is
what
I'm
leaving
Until
a
legion
of
demons
whisper
the
meaning
of
life
in
ya
ear
Right
before
they
make
ya
motherfucking
life
disappear
But
just
because
you
hear
the
multi-syllabic
gramatical
Don′t
compare
me
to
rappers
that
are
on
sabbatical
Cause
I
never
did
business
in
Little
Fucking
Italy
I
play
checkers
on
triple-decker
buses
in
Tripoli
The
way
that
you
typically
bicker
with
me,
inexplicably
Is
a
mystery
that
pisses
me
off
ridiculously
Because
I′m
lyrically
beyond
your
level,
scientifically
Specifically,
spitting
out
the
spic
in
me,
prolifically
Im
the
majority
of
America,
futuristically
After
I
die,
fuck
my
music,
you'll
feel
me
spiritually
Darker
than
Sicily,
rippin
above
the
averages
You
hold
no
weight,
like
bitches
after
miscarriages
And
your
label
produces
no
kids
like
gay
marriages
I′m
disparaging
every
fake
thug
rapper
in
sight
That's
why
your
faggot
ass
will
never
make
it
into
the
light
I′ll
crack
your
skull
when
I
smash
your
face
into
the
mic
And
now
you
know
what
I'm
like
I′ll
Suge
Knight
the
industry
I
feel
like
the
spirit
of
Nat
Turner
got
into
me
You're
infinitely
hopless
You
sound
like
shit
when
you
spit
live
like
Jennifer
Lopez
I'll
massacre
a
rich
rapper
and
all
his
broke
friends
And
go
to
Club
Cheetah,
rockin′
some
blood-soaked
Timbs
Party-crashin′
animal,
fuckin'
model
bitches
Leavin′
their
stick-figure
anorexic
pussy
in
stitches
My
verbal
blitz
will
outshine
your
offense,
you're
watered-down
nonsense
And
I′m
200-proof
chockin'
a
local
youth
in
his
home-made
vocal
booth
You′re
a
fucking
incompetent
killer
like
Rae
Carruth
And
I'm
Technique,
the
rawest
nigga
ever
produced
I
spit
nastier
than
regurgitating
period
juice
So
burn
your
fucking
rhymebook,
stay
warm,
and
put
it
to
good
use
I'm
bout
to
drop
like
frozen
airplane
shit
through
ya
roof
And
I′m
sick
of
fake
hustlers
telling
lies
to
the
youth
You
never
robbed
Dominicans
And
you
couldn′t
sling
rocks
if
you
was
Palestinian
You
broke
motherfucker,
you
cats
don't
burn
rubber
You
niggas
can′t
even
get
a
fuckin'
cab
like
Danny
Glover
You
ain′t
hardcore,
I'll
smack
the
shit
outta
your
mother
You
wanna
be
gutter?
I′ll
leave
you
laid
out
in
the
street
Signed:
Yours
truly,
the
motherfucking
Immortal
Technique
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Album
The Silenced Revolution
1 April Freestyle
2 Belly of the Beast
3 Black Out Special
4 Hip Hop Speech
5 Hok (remix)
6 Underground Railroad Freestyle
7 Razor Death Blade Stick
8 The Rebel
9 The Other White Meat
10 In the Club Freestyle
11 Brooklyn Academy
12 Keepin' It Raw
13 Fight Until the End
14 Audio Technician
15 Bangers Freestyle
16 Battles vs. Flow
17 Battle vs. Postaboy
18 Battle vs. C-Rayz Walz
19 Dance With the Devil (instrumental)
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