[Verse 1-Jean Grae]
I burn my bridges with the blowtorch,a rebel born for verbal holocaust.
Dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off.
Swiftest stealh assasin, snipe you from balcony.
Shots from terrorist position, professional from the opera box.
Rhyme documents infamous like the Bill of Rights,
Illa tight, having niggas running like the thrill of dykes.
Jean Grae, Yakuza, mass murder,
friends who got the dirt on her, foes who never heard of her.
Wild style, my mouth bomb your train up.
I spit ?krygon? in five colors, when I speak I spray my name up.
Split your wig up like Demi and Bruce,
Splash your remains and brains out on the street like Henney and juice.
Noose your neck, and loosen your spine from back,
Shift your spleen, rip till it's just obscene.
From downtown swinging it,
New York illest to rip it ever.
Flow like a river fuck your girl like a nigga what.
[Verse 2-Pumpkinhead]
I been through hell and back, scars swell on my back.
I spit bars, ya'll spit repetitive raps.
I'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme,
With rhymes that'll crack the disc between your mind and your spine.
That's why, ya'll wanna bite my design.
And that's why usually I hold the mic like a nine.
Pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it pop out.
We knock out cats, and light the floors when they rocks out.
Shocked out, like you driving in a lightning storm
With the top down, we got this locked down.
Like convicts on the run, getting chopped down.
We four times, we gaining yards and the whole nine.
See me and tech, we steadily building,
And we're about to blow like the Oklahoma federal building.
And all them niggas get mad, when we step in the builiding.
Cuz we make the crowd jump, and hit they head on the ceiling.
[Verse 3-Immortal Technique]
I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia.
Bury competition like Mesopotamia.
Emanating radiation, pissing liquid Uranium.
I bring the rock like European drugs in soccer stadiums.
I'll split your cranium with perfect symmetry, lyrically.
If you're not the illest then you don't deserve to spit with me.
OBS, obliterating bastards sacreligiously.
I sacrifice niggas who talk shit, ritualisticly.
Meticulously making all my rivals suicidal,
Like white suburban kids on acid reading the satanic bible.
My arrival is genocidal, like Christopher Columbus.
Exterminating races of wack MCs that walk among us.
I've just begun to bust, I'll make the place open gondela.
These racist cops wanna lock me longer than Nelson Mandela.
Pissed off, I'm making hella paper east to west coast.
And I treat the law in this country like a motherfucking joke.
Cuz if I'm willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his coke,
You know it don't mean shit to me, to cut a fucking cop's throat.
Jean Grae
Pumpkinhead
Immortal Technique
DP One
Tell em what the fuck we about to do! (Shit on the whole industry.)
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