GRIMIEST,ILLEST METAPHORS U HEARD

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uniq
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Tue Mar 04, 2008 10:41 am

I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic

The government is psychotically racist and robotic

The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic

Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality

Life is war, and every day's a battle to me

I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities

But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity

Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me

Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me

Stupidity's not allowed by me

Cuz I don't got time to play

I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away

Darkness at any time of day

I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say

Stellar density becomes your physical alignment

1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement

IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE

"Dominant Species"

They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it

Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it

I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic

its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it

But this is for the paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin'

ladies married to men who don't please 'em, dreamin' of comin'

urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin'

Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell

scared to talk shit in person, cause they stuck in a shell

and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell

Hell is not a place you go, if you not a Christian

it's the failure of your life's greatest ambition

It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion

I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong

Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms

I'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb

Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong

by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong

Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song

I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts

Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back

and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack

And since life is a gamble like the craps tables at Vegas

I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages

IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE

"Leaving The Past"
mr rehd
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Fri Mar 21, 2008 2:14 pm

ey yo its the infamous...yeah you heard of us/

...official queens bridge murderers/

the mob come equiped for warefare/

with all types guns with enough shots to share/

for all those... who wanna profile and pose/

rock you in your face and stab your brain with your nose bone/

you all alone in these streets cousin/

its every man for themselves in this land we be gunning/

and keep them shook crews running...like they supposed too/

they come around but they never come close to/

i can see it inside your face..you're in the wrong place/

its cowards like you that come around and get they whole body laced up/

with bullet holes and such/

speak the wrong language dun and you will get touched/

you can put your whole army... againt me team and/

i guarantee it will be the very last time that your breathing/

your simple moves dont move me you minor...we major/

you all up in this game and dont deserve to be a playa/

dont make me have to call your name out/

your crew is feather weight...my gunshots will make you levitate/

i'm only 19 but my young heart is old/

and wen things get for real eh yo my warm heart turn cold/

another nigga deceased...another story gets told /

its nothing really...eh yo dun spark the philly/

so i can get my mind off these yellow back niggas/

why they still alive?i dont know go figure/

meanwhile the realness...the foundation/queens bridge wen i dey i couldnt chooses a better location/

slugs penetrate you chest you feel a burning sensation/

you getting closer to God in a tight situation...so/

take these words home and think it threw/

cos the next rhyme i write might be about you...nigga/

Prodigy from the classic "shook ones"
kyt
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Fri Mar 21, 2008 2:47 pm

Death respects no one eliminates all/~ biggie smalls....... Jay-z
Niggascope
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Fri Mar 28, 2008 11:28 am

dope thats the game

and dope you just drop

keep it up
uniq
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Mon Apr 07, 2008 4:28 pm

They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible

Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle

I left to die by the doctors, in the childrens hospital

But I never lose hope, success is psychological

The world is volatile and the street is my education

Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason

While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion

So I'm Focused on my Economic Situation

I'm Like the little kids on T.V That dig through the trash

I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh

A lot of niggaz drop science but they don't know the math

Because their mind is Narrower than the righteous path

It's funny how on the block niggaz will kill you for cash

But never raise the gun and cry out "Freedom at last."

The cold war is over but the world is still gettin colder

Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders

I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers

But then the general, would decide when their life would be over

So I work hard until my personality split

Like the black panthers, into the bloods and the crips

They said I would never be shit, but now I sit and reminice

Like Yeshua, Ben Yousef flippin through Genesis

Ignorance is venemous, and it murders the soul

Like a virus running rampant, but out of control

[Hook]

So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle

Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle

From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble

Spray Painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels

Write it down and remember that we never gave in

The Mind of a child is where the revolution begins

So if the solution has never been to look in yourself

How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else

[Verse 2]

Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle

cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffle

Upstate behind steel gates intact in the scuffle

Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle

But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you

And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you

Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you

But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you

And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most

Sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing their ghost

But you make success, nobody delivers your fate

Sometimes you give and you take

Since Prehistoric Vertibrates, crawled out of the lakes

And thats the truth about life

Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice

Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us

We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us

But I'm going to make it regardless of the trumped up charges

And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge

Post-Tramatically scar kids that try to be brave

Because niggaz backstab each other just to try to get paid

Turn cannibal like nights during the crusades

Afraid of responsibility; Addicted to greed

Beating their girls purposefully losing a seed

As if we were bound to the destiny we used to recieve

[Hook]

So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle

Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle

From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble

Spray Painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels

Write it down and remember that we never gave in

The Mind of a child is where the revolution begins

So if the solution has never been to look in yourself

How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else

I used to wonder(I used to wonder) about people who didn't believe in themselves

But Then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else

That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves

blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves

I used to wonder(I used to wonder) about people who didn't believe in themselves

But Then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else

That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves

blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves

I used to wonder {*echo*}

IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE ..............CAUGHT IN A HUSTLE
uniq
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Mon Apr 07, 2008 4:33 pm

Now i wasn’t raised at gunpoint

And i’ve read too many books

To distract me from the mirror

When unhappy with my looks

And i ain’t got proper diction

For the makings of a thug

Though i grew up in the ghetto

And my niggers all sold drugs,

And though that may validate me

For a spot on mtv

And give me all the airplay

That my bank account would need,

I was hoping to invest in

A lesson that i learned

I thought this fool had jumped me

Just because it was my turn.

I went to an open space

Because i knew he wouldn’t do it

If somebody there could see him

Or somebody else might prove it,

And maybe in your eyes

It may seem i got punked out

Because i walked in their own path

And then went and changed my route.

But that open-ness exposed me

To a truth i couldn’t find

In the clenched fists of my ego

Or the confines of my mind

Or the hip-ness of my swagger,

Or the swagger of my step,

The scowl of my grimace,

Or the mean-ness of my rap.

Because we represent a truth son,

That changes by the hour,

And when you open to it,

For nobility is power,

In that shifting form you’ll find a truth that doesn’t change

And that truth is living proof of the fact that god is strange…

Talk to strangers

When the family fails and friends led you astray

And buddah laughs and jesus weeps and turns out god is gay.

As angels in disguise love can come in many forms,

The hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm,

And when you finally take the time to see what they’re about

Perhaps you find they’re lonely or their wisdom trips you out.

Maybe you’ll find the cycles end

Right back where you began,

But come this time around

You’ll have someone to hold your hand,

Who prays for you who is there for you

Who sends you love and light,

Exposes you to parts of you

That you once tried to fight.

And come this time around

You choose to walk a different path,

You’ll embrace what you turned away

And cry at what you laughed,

Because that’s the only way

We’re going to make it through this storm,

Where ignorance is common sense

And senseless is the norm.

Infact we’re high above the truth

And that you never touch,

And stolen goods are overpriced

And freedom costs too much,

And no-one seems to recognise

The symbols come to life,

The bitten apple on the screen

And jesus had a wife,

And she was his messiah

Like that stranger may be yours,

Who holds a subtle knife

That carves through worlds

Like magic doors,

And that’s what i’ve been looking for,

The bridge from then to now,

Just watching b.e.t like what the fuck son,

This is foul

But that’s where [boston?] represents

This fear that we live in,

The world is not a flat screen

I ain’t trying to fit in.

But this ain’t for the underground

This here is for the sun.

A seed a stranger gave to me

And planted on my tongue.

And when i look at you,

I know i’m not the only one.

As a great man once said,

There’s nothing more powerful

Than an idea

Who’s time

Has come

Saul Williams - Talk To Strangers
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Sat Apr 12, 2008 3:02 pm

You could die for 5 bucks/ Why? ... cos life sucks!/

I don't give a fuck/ I take that 5 bucks and live it up/
apopyalips
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Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:33 pm

ma man ill vendor- i'll leave u with black eye if i am willing/ willie. got it got it

mine- u claim you're violent but "UN/ u ain't

" " i'll put a full stop to ya dream like waking
kyt
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Sat Apr 12, 2008 9:42 pm

I "attack like US" when "I rack"(Iraq) - Kyt
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