Lyrics:
Do you think that the world
Can ever be fixed?
Is America buried? Did it ever exist?
Were you hoping for a life of heavenly bliss
When you stepped
captain America
To get capped up
With Puerto Rican flag on his chest
What's that Bruh
I have a 2.5 percent
More of a chance of
Getting shot
By a cop
Than my
music coming out the south
And a lot of non-sense coming out the south
But I can't blame no artist
I blame corporate america for the downfall of rap
the drastic
They call me rap bastard
Envy's a bitch when ya
Dealin' with the masters
I'm trying ta compensate for
Ya ill rap trait's
By concoctin' schemes
it tries to punish poke me
Kinda throw me words slowly fade degrading in the foley
Waving metal sheets make thunder
Fool when I was younger, fool me
man killed men
White men freed him
America's broken
And you need to see it
I can't take no more of this shit
Cops shooting little girls in their own
the mic with sweat in your palms
I'm at ease by still waters where
Verbal tech's are involved
This is America, shit
Isn't it hysterical, quick
Witness mass
[Nas]
Dear people of the globe
I hoped you in good health
By the time my voice hit you
I hope in all wells wit you
My mission is to bail wit you
Touch
my music
It's too bad for you that I see right through it
I speak the truth I know that's why you're scared
And even worse I'm female with blonde hair
blood through,
Blotch out here, drown and hit me
Winslow when I heard the gun blow
Welcome to America, you see the bright lights gleaming
Hustlers
the midst of all your misery nigga
Stay fly never let em see you frown
Even smile when you down
Shit, I floss on my off days
Fuck what they all say
Niggas
The cavalry is after me
But I promise you I'm not scared
The lords and ladies of a one horse town
They can't get me when I'm in the air
Mr. America
Wrap him in
and the blood I lie in's my own
Bruised ribs and a black eye
Swoll shut, but I still see my life flash by
Geeked, cause I think I seen a priest on the bypass
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
All men are created equal
I think our
All our society
Is run by insane people
For insane objects
Objectives
Oh come on you cunt
See if I think if you
[Spoken:]
Funeral Directors of America, I am very deeply honored standing here;
Receiving this token of your esteem, "The Funeral Director
finally see all my problems subside
The power that I needed was all inside
My mind
Especially like when I see
The detachment
Of uh, reality
It really
the mic's the ignition
Critics in the back, they always be bitchin' Think it's a dream, but I already live it
Music my blood, you can check the incision I
blood in Columbus
It's fucked up, but I love it, it's Columbus
I only wanna do it for Columbus
I only make my music for Columbus
For the young niggas
The Altar Call lyrics
Written by Nathan Conrad
The Altar Call was the last call I ever made
Preaching the gospel to Choir that didn't want to be
seem small to the human eye
But to the ruler's eye its suicide
They'll know us by our love
So let that be the spark plug
But when we do they'll mark us
whether you die or you live
I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
in my blood
But you don't see that though
I'm the type that when you see me
I'm like how are you
I give you what I can
I never wanna see you lose
You
the globe
Asia to Africa, preach the gospel of hope
Europe to America
(I don't need to be a pope
I'm not a pope)
Down to Antarctica
One God, one love, one
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