Lyrics Reverse Pimpology (feat. Mojo) - Immortal Technique feat. Mojo
"Reverse
Pimpology"
(Feat.
Mojo)
Hypocrites,
hookers,
sex
offenders
Y'all
niggaz
wanna
be
pimps
and
players?
This
ain't
1997
nigga
I'd
rather
be
rich
and
unhappy
than
broke
and
miserable
Cause
the
game
don't
give
a
FUCK
if
you
lyrical
And
that's
pitiful,
so
my
position
is
pivotal
You
can
hate
me
all
you
like
but
you
worship
the
principle
I
inspire
revolution,
the
government's
not
invincible
Vietnam
to
Venezuela,
trick
knowledge,
they
pimpin
you
All
up
in
the
hood
like
McDonald's
and
liquor
Selling
AIDS
medicine,
when
we
know
you
got
the
cure
nigga
(woo!)
You
leery
of
conspiracy
theory
but
hear
me
Throw
a
business
perspective,
it
makes
more
sense
clearly
Cause
moreover,
that's
what
we
go
to
war
over
And
numbers
don't
lie
unless
we
do
Bush
and
Gore
over
Free
markets
make
money
disingenuously
But
I
invest
in
agriculture,
biochemistry
Smart
nigga
from
the
hood,
pussy,
what
type
of
crime
is
that?
But
exec's
are
like,
"You
from
Harlem?
Where
your
diamonds
at?"
Stupid
Can't
dodge
the
game
If
you
lookin
for
the
money
or
the
fame
(oh-ohh)
The
players
and
the
rules
ain't
changed
(oh
no)
But
see
we
tryin
to
leave
a
name
So
we're
turnin
out
Yeah,
this
is
how
pimps
get
pimped
and
players
get
played
Rich
people
get
robbed
and,
broke
niggaz
paid
New
York,
London,
Chicago,
Philly
and
L.A.
Miami,
D.C.,
B-more
and
out
in
the
Bay
We're
tearin
it
out
of
the
frame
See
we
deserve
to
stake
that
claim
If
we
didn't
it's
a
cryin
shame
What
we're
concerned
about
is
how
to
turn
it
out
Show
me
a
pretty
girl,
with
the
world
stuck
to
her
And
I
bet
you
there's
a
brother
that's
tired
of
fuckin
her
Lots
of
niggaz
girls
is
someone
else's
one
night
stand
I
probably
made
some
bitches
nervous
listenin
with
they
man
(ha
ha)
And
if
that
offends
somebody,
I'm
sorry,
fuck
you!
What
you
think,
revolutionaries
don't
like
to
fuck
too?
You
just
gotta
beware
of
dangerous
coochie
Cover
ya
head
like
a
kufi,
some
rappers
think
that
they
live
in
a
movie
Until
they
get
herpes
or
clap
from
a
groupie
And
I
don't
need
to
shout
you
out,
nigga
you
know
who
you
be
Look,
most
people
are
only
players
cause
they
got
played
And
have
not,
let
go
of
that,
shit
since
the
7th
grade
Yeah
you
got
your
heart
broke,
life
sucks,
doesn't
it?
But
you
shouldn't
fuck
up
someone
else's
life
because
of
it
Someone
did
your
mother
like
that,
that's
why
you
fatherless
Before
jail
or
racist
cops,
that's
what
the
problem
is
Recognize
the
game
See
who's
the
one
to
place
that
blame
We
gettin
trapped
in
a
cycle
of
pain
With
a
generation
headed
down
the
drain
Time
we
turn
it
out
This
is
how
pimps
get
pimped
and
players
get
played
Beautiful
women
get,
cheated
on
and
gangstas
sprayed
Jersey,
Detroit,
Denver,
Phoenix,
Atlanta
Texas,
Vegas,
Seattle
and
fuckin
Louisiana
Regardless
of
money
you
payin
Just
spendin,
hold
a
watch
and
a
chain
But
can't
offer
your
children
a
thang
What
the
hell
is
goin
on
in
your
brain?
We
gon'
turn
it
out
Yeah,
I'm
not
a
crack
rapper,
I'm
not
a
backpacker
(ha
ha
ha)
I'm
not
a
wack
rapper,
moonlighting
as
a
bad
actor
I
treat
labels
like
the
projects,
cause
I'm
a
hater
(what!)
Go
to
the
Sony
building
and
piss
in
the
elevator
Cater
to
hustlers,
crooks
and
cheap
smugglers
Bootleg
my
own
album,
to
reach
customers
(yeah)
Every
city,
state
and
country,
the
hood
love
me
Even
Aborigines,
in
Australia
bump
me
They
say
underground
fans
are
all
the
color
of
talcum
But
who
the
fuck
you
think
buy
50
and
Jay
albums?
Who
the
fuck
you
think
made
Snoop
and
Dre
platinum?
Call
up
any
major
record
label
and
ask
'em
But
there's
some,
devils
in
disguise
in
hip-hop
That
belong
at
Republican
fundraisers
with
Kid
Rock
(bitch!)
I
hope
one
of
my
fans
has
one
of
your
kids
shot
And
blames
it
on
Acid,
Prozac
and
Slipknot
You
a
pussy
actin
hard
like
a
bitch
cop
I'll
drop
you
to
the
floor
like
a
reverse
wristlock
Eat
your
food
and
shit
on
you,
like
a
highway
pit
stop
And
make,
revolutionaries
out
of
kids
that
used
to
flip
rocks
The
government,
pimped
9/11
to
go
to
Iraq
And
history,
repeats
itself
right
on
track
(how?)
First
as
a
tragedy,
and
then
the
comedy
begins
(why?)
Cause
it's
funny,
motherfuckers
don't
see
it
come
around
again
Where,
can
we
be
free?
(FUCK
we
gon'
be
free
man?)
We
only
wanna
live
our
lives
Live
our
lives,
with
our
eyes
open
Open
your
eyes
– open
your
eyes
You
stupid
motherfuckers
- you
stupid
motherfuckers
Open
your
eyes,
before
you
die
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2 Reverse Pimpology (feat. Mojo)
3 Golpe De Estado
4 Death March (feat. DJ Green Lantern)
5 Payback (feat. Diabolic & Ras Kass)
6 Adios Uncle Tom (Skit)
7 Stronghold Grip (feat. Poison Pen & Swave Sevah)
8 The 3rd World
9 Crimes of the Heart (feat. Maya Azucena)
10 Watchout (Remix)
11 Rebel Arms
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