Lyrics:
That I am the prophet
Of this generation
They keep tryna stop me
I do all things by God strengthen
But I will never Give-up
Because God told me,keep
denying that he works with the police (He does)
Snitch tendencies (Yah)
Snitch tendencies (Okay)
I'm really low in funds and demoted at my job
I can either
just about to starve to death
It didn't look like she was comin' back, so I had to look out for myself
Well I called, the police department, to find
about to starve to death
It didn't look like she was coming back
So I had to look out for myself
Well I called the police department
To find out what
Hey boy, who you tryna be
My insides are dead but I'm living for me
Watch out, police on the scene
They won't catch me cuz I live infamy
Take a pick
she wanna meet
These diamonds too flawless, might cop me a mink (yea mink)
Can't fuck with rats, can not fuck with police (snake)
But I get
'm Dead
I'm a Needle in haystack, Hanging by a Thread
Don't judge a book by it's cover, I'm the book you've never read
I Never ever paid attention but I
country, the rules are different
It's almost like you need a passport there, the police treat people differently
When I lived out in the suburbs, if my car
to become replacer
To Zordon inside the tube, I was destined to be the face of
A brand new warrior race of
People with special gifts, who are super simply by
I notice
Yea
Yea
I notice
I notice how the people change
I notice
You’ll get crossed by your closes friends
I notice notice notice
People watching
'll just run the instrumental, I'm not runnin' from police
Won't see me gunnin' on them streets
The drummin' on these beats, the only company I need
I
changes, Can't get you off of my brain
I've been talking to strangers, Calling them by their names
And Jay
I've been going through these Changes, I've been
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
I'm stompin' on necks and taking respect
From niggas who try to flex
And roody poo collar blue police
Are tryin' to sweat
I'm taking your final breath
[ VERSE 1 ]
I guess y'all ain't heard the news
(About the homie gettin smoked?) Choked out in his county blues
(Say what?) By the deputy goon squad
cribs with kids and blow wigs back
Police is grimy, lookin' like "try me"
Ready to lock me up, ridin' by me
I just put my game face on
Five of us
SOUL purpose ft immortal Technique -
"The Other White Meat"
Immortal Technique: the profile of
A wanted man
Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux
a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got
the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama right
Undercovers pass by thinkin I don't know the truth
Makin niggas these offers they know these niggas can't
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
are livin' lies
Money to be made so I'm stackin' to the sky
Rap and gettin' high
Employed by the O
You niggas pay the high
I got it on the low
Hit
And a hundred other boys and girls
And all that you have done
We picked up the trail at the seven crowns
One of your cronies, he was doing your rounds
We
blast on yo ass I'm gone empty this clip
Nigga live by yo rep, but I ain't taking shit
When I slip in my disguise, letting you know what I'm about
And I
I gotta keep a pipe that will take a nigga's life
And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night
Now, I'm with my niggas
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