dammit stupid server

[Daddy]

It crashed before I could start backing up the database.

[ncba93ivyase]

bumo

[famy]

jmv is incompetent administrator

[Daddy]

jmv is incompetent administrator

YO, Youââ,¬â,,¢re not as cold as me, motherfucker stop pretending
Iââ,¬â,,¢ll murder you in front of your crib like john lenon
Rip the tendons out of your muscle to cut the tension
Iââ,¬â,,¢m beyond your comprehension like related subatomic particles in 5th dimensions
Suspension in your breathing is what Iââ,¬â,,¢m leaving until a legion of demons whispered the meaning of life in your ear,
right before they make your motherfucking life disappear
But just because you hear the multisyllabic grammatical
Donââ,¬â,,¢t compare me to rappers that are on sabbatical
Cuz I never did business in little fucking Italy
I play checkers on triple-decker tour buses in Tripoli
The way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off ridiculously
Because Iââ,¬â,,¢m lyrically beyond your level scientifically
Specifically spitting out this spick in me prolifically
Iââ,¬â,,¢m the majority of America futuristically
After I die fuck my music youââ,¬â,,¢ll feel me spiritually
Darker than Sicily rippinââ,¬â,,¢ above the averages
You hold no weight like bitches after miscarriages
And your label produces no kids like gay marriages
Iââ,¬â,,¢m disparaging every fake thug rapper in sight
Thatââ,¬â,,¢s why your faggot ass wont ever make it into the light
Ill crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic
And now you know what Iââ,¬â,,¢m like
Iââ,¬â,,¢ll Suge knight the industry
I feel like the spirit of Nat Turner got into me
Your infinitely hopeless
You sound like shit when you spit live, like Jennifer Lopez
Iââ,¬â,,¢ll massacre a rich rapper and all his broke friends
And go to Club Cheetah, rockinââ,¬â,,¢ some blood-soaked Tims
Party crashing animal fucking model bitches
leaving their stick-figure anorexic pussy in stitches
My verbal blitzes that outshine your offense
You water downed nonsense
And Iââ,¬â,,¢m 200 proof, choking a local youth in his homemade vocal booth
Youââ,¬â,,¢re a fucking incompetent killer like Rae Carruth
And Iââ,¬â,,¢m Technique, the rawest nigga ever produced
I spit nastier than regurgitating period juice
So burn your fucking rhyme book
Stay warm and put it to good use
Iââ,¬â,,¢m ââ,¬Ëœbout to drop like frozen airplane shit through your roof
And Iââ,¬â,,¢m sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You never robbed Dominicans
And you couldnââ,¬â,,¢t sling rocks if you was Palestinian
You broke motherfucker
You cats donââ,¬â,,¢t burn rubber
You niggas canââ,¬â,,¢t even get a fucking cab like Danny Gluver
You ainââ,¬â,,¢t hardcore, Iââ,¬â,,¢ll smack the shit out of your mother
You wanna be gutter?
Iââ,¬â,,¢ll leave you laid out on the street
Signed yours Truly, the motherfucking Immortal Technique

[Kalahari Inkantation]

bum[

[famy]

YO, Youââ,¬â,,¢re not as cold as me, motherfucker stop pretending
Iââ,¬â,,¢ll murder you in front of your crib like john lenon
Rip the tendons out of your muscle to cut the tension
Iââ,¬â,,¢m beyond your comprehension like related subatomic particles in 5th dimensions
Suspension in your breathing is what Iââ,¬â,,¢m leaving until a legion of demons whispered the meaning of life in your ear,
right before they make your motherfucking life disappear
But just because you hear the multisyllabic grammatical
Donââ,¬â,,¢t compare me to rappers that are on sabbatical
Cuz I never did business in little fucking Italy
I play checkers on triple-decker tour buses in Tripoli
The way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off ridiculously
Because Iââ,¬â,,¢m lyrically beyond your level scientifically
Specifically spitting out this spick in me prolifically
Iââ,¬â,,¢m the majority of America futuristically
After I die fuck my music youââ,¬â,,¢ll feel me spiritually
Darker than Sicily rippinââ,¬â,,¢ above the averages
You hold no weight like bitches after miscarriages
And your label produces no kids like gay marriages
Iââ,¬â,,¢m disparaging every fake thug rapper in sight
Thatââ,¬â,,¢s why your ass wont ever make it into the light
Ill crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic
And now you know what Iââ,¬â,,¢m like
Iââ,¬â,,¢ll Suge knight the industry
I feel like the spirit of Nat Turner got into me
Your infinitely hopeless
You sound like shit when you spit live, like Jennifer Lopez
Iââ,¬â,,¢ll massacre a rich rapper and all his broke friends
And go to Club Cheetah, rockinââ,¬â,,¢ some blood-soaked Tims
Party crashing animal fucking model bitches
leaving their stick-figure anorexic pussy in stitches
My verbal blitzes that outshine your offense
You water downed nonsense
And Iââ,¬â,,¢m 200 proof, choking a local youth in his homemade vocal booth
Youââ,¬â,,¢re a fucking incompetent killer like Rae Carruth
And Iââ,¬â,,¢m Technique, the rawest ever produced
I spit nastier than regurgitating period juice
So burn your fucking rhyme book
Stay warm and put it to good use
Iââ,¬â,,¢m ââ,¬Ëœbout to drop like frozen airplane shit through your roof
And Iââ,¬â,,¢m sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You never robbed Dominicans
And you couldnââ,¬â,,¢t sling rocks if you was Palestinian
You broke motherfucker
You cats donââ,¬â,,¢t burn rubber
You niggas canââ,¬â,,¢t even get a fucking cab like Danny Gluver
You ainââ,¬â,,¢t hardcore, Iââ,¬â,,¢ll smack the shit out of your mother
You wanna be gutter?
Iââ,¬â,,¢ll leave you laid out on the street
Signed yours Truly, the motherfucking Immortal Technique

Baby, baby, when I look at you
I get a warm feeling inside
Theres something about the things you do
That keeps me satisfied
I wouldnt lie to you, baby
Its mainly a physical thing
This feeling that I got for you, baby
It makes me wanna sing
I feel for you--i think I love you
I feel for you--i think I love you

Baby, baby, when I lay wit you
Theres no place Id rather be
I cant believe, cant believe its true
The things that you do to me
I wouldnt lie to you, baby
Im physically attracted to you
This feeling that I got for you, baby (ooh baby)
Theres nothing that I wouldnt do (for you girl)

I feel for you--i think I love you
I feel for you--i think I love you

I think its love
I feel for you--i think its love
I feel for you--i think I love you
I feel for you--i think its love

I feel for you--i think I love you
I feel for you--i think I love you

[ncba93ivyase]

She's got the look
She so fine
And you know damn well
The girl will be mine


She got the breaks
She the scene
And you know damn well
She gives it to me
Uh-huh

Black jeans and a turtleneck sweater
I know the girl is fakin cuz I've seen her look better

She composition
She statistical fact
Got it ready
For the willing
Got it kickin in the back

(She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)
(She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)

Come to the place
Shock to see
And you know damn well
You know what I mean

Hot in the face
1 and 3
Like a pleasure trip
Like you've never seen

Uh-huh
Satin lace and a paisley cut top
The girl is waisting over
And she know she looks hot

She got position
She got just what it takes
Got a mojo in her pocket
Got it ready just in case

(She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)
That girl's my baby...Uh-huh
(She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)

Please, no I can't take it
She's drivin me wild
My life won't make it
You got me lookin like buckwheat
(Ooh)
Hair blows every which way but me
Far from a distance your looks are deadly
Walks and talks till I hear the medley
Oh it's like a temple that does cramp my style
She drives me wild*

(She's got ah...)
(She's got ah...)
(She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)
That girl's my baby...
(She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)
(She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)
(She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)
(She's got ah...)
(She's got ah...)
That girl's my baby
(She's got ah...)
(She's got ah...)
She's got ah...)
(She's drivin me wild)
Ooh! (She's got ah...walkin in your direction
She's got ah...she's drivin me wild)