Lyrics Fullest Extent feat. Termanology, Immortal Technique - King Magnetic feat. Termanology & Immortal Technique

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(Termanology)

Ayo, I try to relax, max chill with my kid,
Still cats getting shot in front of my crib,
I try to chill, think "man this ain't no way to live",
So I don't trip, I dip but I ain't afraid of shit,
Cats get it twisted cause' I don't call it goons,
Like I can't have my cousin see your mothers room,
I ain't a soft dude, like some assume,
I got a gully crew and they got a hundred tools,
I been tellin' y'all cats it's a hundred jewels,
I'm from the boneyard crews with a hundred dudes,
I been paying dues, doing shows and mixtapes, shit,
But still my click sprays shit,
Lot of cats lookin' at me like the clique ain't shit,
But we still up in the hood with them radio spins,
Do you know what it's like for you to have fame,
But your life ain't change, not a dollar to your name?,
I bang, so I'm back where the stick-up kids rob chains,
Where you get shot for a pair of Lebron James, (?)
I got them long things, and they all bang,
But I ain't tryna turn your night to a long day,
You might be the one if I got the right aim,
It might be your son if I got the wrong aim,
And that's the raw thing, you wanna think about, (?)
So you better think it out, before you rob the wrong chain.

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(Official verse lyrics)

Rap got me hustling, strappin the gun again,
Blast if they comin' in, wrath of the government,
Laugh till republicans, taxing our publishing,
Mask if you bubbling, asking you once again,
To pass off the fucking rent - brothers is broke,
Never ate with a phony - can't stomach the hoax,
Coming too close to death, I ain't tryin' to wig,
My mixtape's sponsored by Coke, without the fuckin' IronPigs,
Allentown native surrounded by labor,
Haters that neighbor the cradle plus the craver of craters,
Invading till we raided or graduating to weighing weight,
Debating on waiting or taking
Garbage until your straight, (that's right)
Hold your breath for me, lay you down on a stretcher seat,
When I'm really tryin' to vent like a skecher sneak,
Until they wrestle me for vesting in that recipe,
All I had left was three, so these muthafuckas ain't stressin me.

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(Immortal Technique)

Break it down...

When you talk revolution niggas take it the wrong way,
Think you on some Gandhi shit starving in Bombay,
Till you flood their city with heat like it was Pompeii,
Have you singing like K-Ci, Jo Jo, and DeVante, (snitch)
Wanna fuck your life up? here's the recipe nigga,
Try some crystal meth and heroin and ecstasy nigga,
Or you could just try fucking ride next to me nigga,
Bullet trajectory you'll hit the ground eventually nigga,
Listen, look at your position, is your destiny written?,
Is it really free-will that you're given?,
Or a choice from one of gods infinite decisions?,
I don't need any given religion, its state driven,
Snake Plissken escape from New York to spread the sickness
Unforgiven baron wasteland apocalyptic,
I've indictably scripted everything futuristic, (?)
So now to the fullest extent is how I live shit.

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