[Verse 1: Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah]
I leave government spies and murderers
Wrapped in plastic like Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you like the center of Earth's curvature
And make your block turn into the, border of Serbia
My flow's dirtier than juiced-up players in baseball
And beat you in the head like a sock with an 8-ball
You got Stockholm Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'all
'Cause you be biggin' up the industry while they rape y'all
Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the shit out niggas
You fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out niggas
Gloves (check), ski mask (check), duct tape (check)
Get abducted in Austin, recovered in Great Neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the off-shore
Rip up the pavement, throw the whole block on you
Pop up, you gotta get it
Like Ricky in Boyz N the Hood, stoppin' to scratch a lotto ticket
Yo, I feel the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream somethin that's absurd and disturb the peace (fuck y'all!)
Quick to throw a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work release
I'm not the same Swave you knew, I'm a whole new person
More assertive and aggressive, my attitude worsened
I raise hell on this earth
Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon' end up like Gerald Levert, bitch!
I leave government spies and murderers
Wrapped in plastic like Dominican furniture
I put the iron in you like the center of Earth's curvature
And make your block turn into the, border of Serbia
My flow's dirtier than juiced-up players in baseball
And beat you in the head like a sock with an 8-ball
You got Stockholm Syndrome, and that's why I hate y'all
'Cause you be biggin' up the industry while they rape y'all
Yeah, I spaz out (spaz out) and beat the shit out niggas
You fag out (fag out) and beat the jizz out niggas
Gloves (check), ski mask (check), duct tape (check)
Get abducted in Austin, recovered in Great Neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the off-shore
Rip up the pavement, throw the whole block on you
Pop up, you gotta get it
Like Ricky in Boyz N the Hood, stoppin' to scratch a lotto ticket
Yo, I feel the sudden surge given me the urge to speak (yo what up?)
Scream somethin that's absurd and disturb the peace (fuck y'all!)
Quick to throw a hot verse to beats
You see the music I'm a prisoner, hip-hop is my work release
I'm not the same Swave you knew, I'm a whole new person
More assertive and aggressive, my attitude worsened
I raise hell on this earth
Your rap is over, you Casanova's gon' end up like Gerald Levert, bitch!
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