Текст песни Treason - Immortal Technique , Akir

I'm not down with the conscious rap, or the Sambos
My flow is cancerous milk like Monsanto's
Sold through the hood, in a package of murder
I'm like white people, who get fired and back with a burner
Gauge 5 semi, with the infrared beams
So fuck the Ku Klux and the Combat-18
I put bullets in your spleen, sendin' you to the grave
And through all that, a motherfucker still get paid
And cause of that, some niggaz can't stand me man
But that's the curse of the slave like Candyman
House niggaz that traded they soul to get ahead
And then fucked over for placin' they faith in the feds
So while the government, talk about a mission to Mars
They leave the hood, stuck in a position to starve
Capitalism's a religion that makes Satan a god
And teaches self-righteous people to embrace a facade
They call us terrorists now, after they ruined our countries
Funded right-wing paramilitary monkeys
And that's not some left-wing mythology, bitch
Anyone tellin' you different is a government snitch
Part of the propaganda that'll prosecute a gram-handler
But don't look on off-shore or your rigs(?) for the answer
This is the cancerous (?), keep it trembling
With the words that I'm reassemblin'
This is the bang-bus emblem
Free-style of the top of the mental
With no instrumental
In the middle of London
Where the sky be thunderin'
Most of the time
But it's shinin'
So I keep on rhymin'
Repetitively
Like it was meant to be destiny
Inevitably
Immortal Technique, Harlem don't raise no suckas
And I'll buck yo' ass where they don't allow guns mothafucka