Lyrics:
I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street-fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary
Fuck school, nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer,
I'ma be a killer, yup a urban guerrilla,
I'ma stack strilla, yeah, buy me a villa,
Sell a five-oh to my
Fuck school, nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer
I'ma be a killa, yep, a urban guerrilla
I'ma stack scrilla, yeah, buy me a villa
Sell a 5-0 to my auntie
I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary
in the bank
With our college boy lisps
Brown ale gurus Sunday supplement priests
Lunch with urban guerrillas
On expense account receipts
Constant violence
Attacks and murders
Acts of terrorism
In the name of freedom
Urban guerrilla warfare
Bomb attacks
Basque community
Separated
was biting
Always the right jab
Urban guerrilla, the
Black block dog
Respected by his opponents
Even by the cops
Symbol of greece like the parthenon
jungle or blending among the trees
That urban guerrilla inside his habitat
That rat race up against some big jungle cats
Way before the borders way before
danger suit, danger suit
Like an urban guerrilla I got bombs in the cellar, got a heart like a hand grenade, a street fighting man
Got a head full
Confront and destroy
Confront and destroy
Confront and destroy
Spreading terrorism through the music
Rebelling against all this bullshit
Urban
I'm an urban guerrilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm
Kick, kick, kick, kick
Kicking at the gates like I'm an urban guerrilla
And going for the victory like the Thrilla in Manila
We're a nation
It is what it is fam
Is this the life I chose
Or is it life that chose me
I pledge allegiance
To the flesh on the cross, the blood on the cross
Urban
No Namaste in the urban blues
They barricade every sunset view
And keep in chains what belongs to you
In the City of Gold
I bet you that this gold
Jump like a gang member, she just laughed
Cuddled up with my nemesis, my reign collapsed
Exiled from my own land, an urban nomad
Tried to play in
This is an invasion
An occupation
Immortal Technique
The evil genius DJ Green Lantern
And you're now understanding guerrilla warfare
Is being spread
into scrap shops
Jobs for the cast-offs
Crackspots into earthships for urban astronauts
Reservation into reservoir
Of wisdom we used to know
Use
and I'll lock it, knock it
A floor and I'll mop it
The beat is rotating, rotating, I can't stop it
Cities aflame, war games and internal conflicts
Guerrilla
and I'll lock it, knock it
a floor and I'll mop it
the beat is rotating, rotating, I can't stop it
cities aflame, war games and internal conflicts
guerrilla
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