paroles de chanson Hok (remix) - Immortal Technique , Breez Evahflowin

Here outside the courtroom, we see that tensions haven't really eased that much. In the Breez Evahflowin against Hip Hop trial. We hear he's brought in three star witnesses. Swave Sevah, Big Zoo and Immortal Technique. As for what may develop today... no one knows. But we hear that the prosecutor is trying to bring the case to a close. Let's see what's going on inside
Now when I be stressed
Get irie blessed
Become a ten headed dragon with firey breath
Strip the flesh off your wirey chest
And play the game to the death till the high recess
And even sober it's over my man
And you ain't killing no one like Cobra's cannon
No understanding of divine divinity
The ministry the rhyme, refine for the trinity
Of Zoo, Sevah and Immortal Technique
So advanced live on the waters of Next Week
Talking 'bout you doubt I'ma win on this next piece?
Don't come out your mouth like the chin on my ex freak
Rick slam a flow so sick in your headpiece
Get fans to sell little sisters to get seats
Black Static this ain't even his best beat
Wait till this shit become a full time job
Leave y'all rap niggas broke talking 'bout "times hard"
Blind and scarred from collides with my squad
Bloody like foot of Bruce in Die Hard
Real life for your eyes you'll find in my god
Why hast thou forsaken?
I've been no short taking since Biz made Makin'
Music with yo' mouth
Love is house I kick y'all out
Get the fuck out, this hip hop nigga
You wanna battle? How you want it? Freestyle or written?
I wouldn't lose to you if you wrote the verse I was spitting
Play your position or get hurt till it blur your vision
Kid you'll get knocked in your head so much you'll lose focus
Like yo, "You look dizzy. Let me help you a little
Aim for the Swave in the middle."
But even if you do listen
You got no aim, point blank range and you still missing
My flows put a hole so big in your chest
You'll think it was caused by the projectile of a jet
My style is a threat
Smoke pop bottles get wet
The more polluted I am, the more violent I get
Weapon of choice?
Any kind of writing utensil
Work wonders with the ink of a pen or the lead of a pencil
Memorize what I wrote then spit it
Put emphasis on my action words so you don't forget it
Leave your ignorant ass soaking in it
We're hear to subtract wack off the face of the map
And you going with it
I'm so committed
That's why I'm always out to brawl
And be slurring vulgarities out my mouth to y'all
Sure to burn like a lantern about to fall
Like rats in mazes attracted to alcohol
What you wan' do now?
This shit could get crucial
I'm persistent with new style, resistance is futile
My advice to you now is try to allude feuding
And take everything I say as serious as school shootings
If not, end up as statistic
Another target that was marked for death
That I just scratched off my hit list
Yo I write night light for cats to stay awake to
Brutal barbarian, black bear, break you
450 degrees style, bake you
I can only lead you to the water, I can't make you
Drink from the fountain of true you start spouting the truth
Your fake friends start doubting the proof
I bring Stout in the booth when I feel dark
I got a bulletproof spirit and a still heart
I got a cranium that's reinforced with titanium
Working to control these ill thoughts
That I fine tune whenever I write a fly tune
On point like gunshots blasts at high noon
Many moons ago when Zoo learned to flow
And first burned the show, the name grew, you know
I stayed with it, denounced the foul critics
I left cynics, all MC's who need gimmicks
They ride did-icks, MC's are sound mimics
The black bear is sid-ick with the lyric
Now
On and on till the break of the dawn of a new day
MC's were headed this way
Niggas think they smooth now but they need to be told
They'll never en devour to ever go platinum or gold
Couldn't get any respect no matter how much you sold
The type to lose the battle and start acting five years old
Or play the role with gang images, trying to be trife
Your album's never coming out like niggas that's doing life
You try to leave the ciph' but Technique take you to trial
Exhibit A is the psychological profile of your style
You pretend you had it harder than the people in your clique
Always talking about your guns and the bitches you stick
But you was locked up in prison with a faggot sucking your dick
And cheating on your baby mom with anything you could hit
Claiming you got a record deal but can't rap for shit
You perpetual hypocrite
You failed to get the message like niggas that's illiterate
You're too drunk to talk, look at the nonsense you spit
You sound ignorant like 5%ers talking my ear off
With a mouth full of Smirnoff
Stumbling, falling over
Bragging about expensive clothes in your Range Rover
Motherfucker come back and talk to me when you're sober
You stay coked up like the first version of Coca Cola
But on everyday out of the solar year I'm the controller
And your life is going nowhere like a broken roller coaster
You don't own a gat your people use like a gun holster
So put the mic down and cut the beat box nigga
Take off the fake Rolex and the Reebox's nigga
The only biscuit you got is in a KFC box nigga
The rigor is strong of proving these niggas fictitious
Was handed down [?]
And Breez we get vicious
I expose alleged hard rock niggas that turn snitches
And MC's to play themselves like cheap talking bitches
Talking 'bout non existent riches because the label makes you
The same fucking label that monetarily rapes you
But I came to liberate you with socialist revolution
I'm [?] but you're weak acting out of confusion
You're losing
So fuck having a truce with you
Cause I don't care about the things that you used to do
The airport that you supposedly boosted through
Or the pathetic hardcore drug abuse you do
Yo I'm not an alcoholic but I'm used to brew
But I wouldn't even drink a fucking deuce with you
We don't wanna produce you
I'd rather watch you splatter
I'm the infinite dark matter that puts star's in their place
I run with a drop squad of niggas saving my race
Stomp ya backstabbing coward ass into disgrace
As you can see the court room exploding with excitement back here. I think they've made their case
Hok tu, spit {x8}
Y'all ain't shit