[Immortal Technique]
This is the fight club anthem,
I don’t write rhymes - I write ransom notes,
For cloak and dagger,
The type a sickness that’ll rape and choke a cadaver,
With fire power like a German Panzer division,
My answer to criticism,
And some times physical force instead of lyricism,
My fists will cripple an organism,
Body blow,
Your organs are missing,
I torture religion,
And Force em’ to listen,
My words are like - the original - gospel given,
Tenth planet that will knock your world out of position,
Hooked to your mouth like a rainbow drought,
Tie you down and ply your fucking fingernails out (im tearing them out),
And you will be wishing you got beat the fuck down,
Like ‘88,
Rocking a sheep-skin and the ‘boogie down’,
The concrete jungle,
Cripples with the force of a pound,
Sometimes a life in a wheelchair,
Comes back around,
Me and my niggas walk like gorrilas and knuckle you down,
We like Thirstin Howl trapped on a island,
The hood version of Jumanji,
Fucked up and violent,
So roll a dice with three strikes and gamble with life,
If you think that you can handle the price… MOTHERFUCKER.
This shit is gonna be the beat down of ya’ life,
This is the shit your gon’ talk about with your kids and your wife,
This is a stomp out session,
This aint’ no regular fight,
Coz’ your mouth is writing cheques that im cashing tonight.
This gonna be the fucking beat down of ya’ life,
In retrospect this is the shit that’s gon’ make you live right,
And even though the ass whippin gonna shatter your pride,
You better thank god that motherfuckers left you alive!
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