Quote from: not famy on April 11, 2008, 04:45:56 PM
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
Quote from: JMV on April 11, 2008, 04:53:09 PM
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
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