Текст песни 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
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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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