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That you're moving too slow

cnd you're holding me back cause you got no ambition
High enough
You got nothing to reach for 
But don't you blame it on me,

seen a quelo

Alligator shoes, the sweater with croc
Never seen a yacht, but I beat the block
It feel good to be self made
Ray Ban vision, my kitchen

Walk the streets from polk to main
And we roll past, nose up
like they the ones we should blame
Its that F-i- n-l- e-ss, B-R- OW all up N ya chest
Yeah

Death March

Immortal Technique

The 3rd World

2008

by the superpowers of the industry
To the third world underground of the streets

This is for all those who have been labeled extremists
Maniacs,

for?

We get bruises and stitches, we never get bitches
She says I'm a gamer, and I'm lamer
And I do not even blame her
I get tears in my eyes, every day

boundary or limit
Mercy so pure I am ashamed
That all my goodness just don't deserve it
For my evil, He preferred the blame

My heart sought a husband

me tears
Today I’m gonna die

All I have to do is realize the truth
And to countdown beats that made by coffin crafter
But all I can think of is

with the uncomfortable
If shit ever hit the fan
Assume all blame
That's what real bosses do
Vegan diet we don't do the beef
Cinnamon toast
Living by reap

daughter
Offered as a sacrifice under the red moonlight
Devil satisfied not by a blame of sight
Eaters of the dead, eaters of the dead
Eaters of the dead,

A fleeting feeling falling by
A final chance to say goodbye
How can I go on

Nostalgic for a somber day
Could there be any other way
Something must

default my go-to
Day by day becoming my boo
And I got some shit to prove
God gonna keep playing games
But this shit gonna be worth it in a week or two
In

know where I’m going
But I do as I please, yeah
Yes I complain about the rap it's all I fucking do
Might fuck around and drop the swamp music part 2
They

The urge to love my friends has never been so strong
Almost beat by ego death; elation
Away with all the fog, my brain is turning on
Collective slice

like apollo knock the box out like im rocky
No asap till a nigga go and get the braids back
Aim dat send a couple home thru a nigga wave cap
Blame dad

call on my ass
In search of a treasury
I'm taking blame
All the fantastic misery I can explain
Everything that was meant to be mean is gon' rain
On my

haven’t done it all
As years go by, he’s not that tired with his own life
Ain’t beating his breast, always barely stressed
He’s not the one for the taking

brain and just maybe you’ll realize these nightmares got details I cannot unsee
I choose to ignore them, they don’t got me beat
It’s poppin off rappin

Forget to feel
Forget to think
As it comes to an end
Your heart forgets to beat
I've made up my mind
I refuse to greet death for second time
Face

to our own self and blame it on god we think he knows
And we deaf to the higher call
And one day I'm gonna stop
And imma be like these billion stars
In

Young male boasts in front of chicks
Confident in magnificent mad skills
Tracking down his prey like old seasoned hunter
Ready to beat in heart by

blindsided him, yes his pride was all to blame
Plasticity won his body when they bent it out of shape
Spastic and disorderly insane was his escape

Unfazed

on names they segregating
Burn it down rebuild the nation
Laced with shame and stimulation
Turn around and quit the hating
Placed the blame on hesitation

my muses
The beat is black and purple after spitting I abuse it
Mental is exhausted from the verses this exclusive
Wishin I was younger, was better,

TALES OF YORE
Words & Music by
Thomas R. COSGROVE


In the woods deep secret silent way,
The hooded hawk and the hunter in a hiding place lay,