Crossing the Boundary Immortal Technique
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[Intro]
Danja! Beat Bandits, nigga!
Yeah, Harlem to Chicago to LA to Toronto
Philly, motherfuckin' Rio de Janeiro, nigga (Haha)
Cape Town, South Africa
[Verse 1]
I never make songs to disrespect women
Or to judge people about the way that they livin'
But the way I am is based on the life I was given
Like them white boys, losin' my religion
I used to be a Christian and a political pawn
The Bible is right, and all your native culture is wrong
Next thing you know you tellin' me 'bout makin' a song
Come in the studio and tell me that I'm makin' it wrong
Pissed off 'cause reality is makin' it strong
Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh makin' a bomb
Ayo, Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is goin' on?
These rap niggas made propaganda out of your song
But it's The Gong Show, Amateur Night at the Apollo
My dick is like my music but harder to swallow (Haha)
So, children, follow me, like the Pied Piper (Yeah)
And sing the chorus in the air, with your blunt and your lighter
(Sing that shit, nigga, right now)
[Chorus]
You played yourself thinkin' you down with me
I end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see
The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary
You played yourself thinkin' that you down with me
I end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see
The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary
(Yeah, yeah)
Danja! Beat Bandits, nigga!
Yeah, Harlem to Chicago to LA to Toronto
Philly, motherfuckin' Rio de Janeiro, nigga (Haha)
Cape Town, South Africa
[Verse 1]
I never make songs to disrespect women
Or to judge people about the way that they livin'
But the way I am is based on the life I was given
Like them white boys, losin' my religion
I used to be a Christian and a political pawn
The Bible is right, and all your native culture is wrong
Next thing you know you tellin' me 'bout makin' a song
Come in the studio and tell me that I'm makin' it wrong
Pissed off 'cause reality is makin' it strong
Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh makin' a bomb
Ayo, Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is goin' on?
These rap niggas made propaganda out of your song
But it's The Gong Show, Amateur Night at the Apollo
My dick is like my music but harder to swallow (Haha)
So, children, follow me, like the Pied Piper (Yeah)
And sing the chorus in the air, with your blunt and your lighter
(Sing that shit, nigga, right now)
[Chorus]
You played yourself thinkin' you down with me
I end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see
The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary
You played yourself thinkin' that you down with me
I end your life, nigga, don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see
The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary
(Yeah, yeah)
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