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Immortal Technique - Point of No Return
This is the point of no return I could never go back
Life without parol up state shackled and trapped
Living i...
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Immortal Technique - Point of No Return
This is the point of no return I could never go back
Life without parol up state shackled and trapped
Living in the hole, lookin' at the world through a crack
But fuck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped
I've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for me
Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B
Just like the spanish exterminating Tynos
Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos
Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatered
And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix
A suicide bomer strapped and ready to blow
Lethal injection strapped down ready to go
Don't you understand they'll never let me live out in peace
Concreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streets
Nat Turner with the sickle pitch fork and ma chatte
The end of the world, mother fucker you not ready
This is the point of no return and nobody can stop it
Malcolm little running up before Elijah Muhammad
The commedent killed the dinosaurs, changing the earth
They love to criticize they always say I change for the worse
Like prescription pills when you miss using them nigga
The temple of nights when they took Jerusalem nigga
And figured out what was buried under Soloman's temple
Al Aksa the name is no coincidental
I know too much to government is trying to murder me
No coming back like cutting your writs open vertically
How could the serpant be purposely put in charge of the country
Genetic engineered sickness spread amongst me
My people are so hungry that they attack without reason
Like a fuckin' dog ripping off the hand that feeds him
Immortal Technique is treason to the patriot act
So come and get me mother fucker cause I'm not coming back
[Hook]
This is the point from which I could never return
And if I back down now then forever I burn
This is the point from which I could never retreat
Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace
This is the point from which I will die and succeed
Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed
From now on it can never be the same as before
Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore
[Verse 2]
This is the point of no return nigga you better believe this
Mary Magdalen giving birth to the children of Jesus
The evolution of the world, bloody and dramatic
Human beings killing monkeys to conquer the planet
The kingdoms of Africa and Mesopotamia
Machine gunnin' your body with depleated uranium
This is the age of micro chips and titanium
The dark side of the moon and contact with aliens
I started out like Australians, criminal minded
Broke into hell, tore it down, and built and city behind it
South Paul, murderous, methadology nigga
Remember that I'm just a man don't follow me nigga
Cause once you past the point you can never go home
You've got to face the possibility of dying alone
So tell me mother fucker, how could you die for the throne?
When you don't even got the fuckin' heart to die for your own
It rains acid, one day the earth will cry from a stone
And you'll be lookin' at the world livin' inside of a dome
Comperized humanity living inside of a clone
This is the place where the unknown is living and real
Worm went to planet X and the seventh seal
Universal truth is not measure in mass appeal
This is the last time that I kneel and pray to the sky
Cause almost everything that I was always ever told was a lie
[Hook]
This is the point from which I could never return
And if I back down now then forever I burn
This is the point from which I could never retreat
Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace
This is the point from which I will die and succeed
Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed
From now on it can never be the same as before
Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore
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aronconawaycom uploaded a new video
(1 month ago)
I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken ...
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I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete
But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms
And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms
So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine, paced and play my position
[Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss]
Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product
Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct
I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged
And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad
So to feed your kids, I need these bricks
40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I (*sniff*)
Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue
And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials
[Diabolic - Peruvian Leader]
Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
In a third-world fashion state, lock the nation
With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see
[Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor]
Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown
It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe
Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown
To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen
C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats
The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke
I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know
But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough
[Poison Pen - Drug Dealer]
I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect)
Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood
These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior
Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down)
My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot?
Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my llello
We won't stop for you bastards
Must choose (?), chop it and bag it
[Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer]
Taking pictures and tapping phones
Debating snitches and cracking codes
Past a couple, blast the fo',
Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow
And my overtime is where your taxes go
I gain your trust
Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front
On the low with cameras taping ya
Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to
Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room
[C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate]
Out the evidence room (*Said with Loucipher*)
Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you
You think you got work? They copping too
We control blocks, they lock countries
Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money
Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding
With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open
Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?)
Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons
So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread
Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez
In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke
I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke
Players do favors for governers and tax makers
Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors
The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared
Not prepared to do years like Javier
[Immortal Technique Speaking]
The story just told is an example of the path that
drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in
every state of this country. It's a lot deeper than
the niggas on your block.
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aronconawaycom uploaded a new video
(1 month ago)
Immortal Technique, Live - Mistakes, Bloomington
It's hard to breath and hard to run when your lungs black and
Coughing up blood like, what the fuck...
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Immortal Technique, Live - Mistakes, Bloomington
It's hard to breath and hard to run when your lungs black and
Coughing up blood like, what the fuck happened?
Raising my wrist to cancers the answer homie,
But after drinking something its nothing like puffin a bogie
Now I could blame the same product placements in movies,
All the commercials, or scarface in a jacuzzi
But now I'm living it, damn I shoulda never took that first cigarette
I fucked up, like your girl was riding on top of me,
I shoulda took her to trial, and never copped a plea,
But this aint a Christian nation, motherfucker please
America never taught me to turn the other cheek
Cause I'm from Harlem, the north of Manhattan,
We knock niggas out, and make em bounce like Ricky Hatton,
But wildin on the corner got me turned back from the Canadian border.
I knew she was a virgin when I first met her,
Rockin stocking, popping out of the catholic school sweater,
Mom told me she could do better than a criminal
Seventeen year old psychotic trying to be lyrical
I never meant to break her heart or fuck up her life,
But I was careless instead of treating her right
I seen her again at some club, stripping,
And wondered if I could have made her life different
I joined the army looking for money to go to college
But they didn't pay me a quarter of what they fucking promised
Extended my tour, treated me like a sucker
That's the reason offices get fragged, motherfucker
Don't give me speeches on how you respect and you love me,
But no body armor in a lightly armored Humvee?
My family's lonely, and you want me to re-enlist for thirty grand homie?
No.
When I was young I got signed to a record label,
The deal looked so good when it was on the table
It paid for my cable, cribs, cars and jewelry, the studios, the women,
There's nothing they wouldn't do for me,
Except stop screwing me for publishing the royalties
How the fuck are you my dog when there's no loyalty
Word to the street, I shoulda gone independent like Immortal Technique.
Some people learn from mistakes and don't repeat them,
Others try to block the memories and just delete them
But I keep them as a reminder they not killing me,
And I thank God for teaching me humility
Son remember when you fight to be free,
To see things how they are, and not how you like em to be
Cause even when the world is falling on top of me,
Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy
Knowing what's wrong, doesn't imply that you right,
And its another when you suffer to apply it in life,
But I'm no rookie, and I'm never gonna make the same mistake twice, pussy
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aronconawaycom uploaded a new video
(1 month ago)
Immortal Technique, Live - Crossing the Boundary, Bloomington
I never make songs to disrespect women
Or to judge people about the way that they livi...
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Immortal Technique, Live - Crossing the Boundary, Bloomington
I never make songs to disrespect women
Or to judge people about the way that they living
But the way I am is based on the life I was given
Like them white boys losing 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 telling me bout making a song
Come in a studio and tell me that im making it wrong
Pissed off cause reality is making it strong
Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh making a bomb
ayo Marvin Gay, what the fuck is going on?
These rap niggas made propaganda out of your song
But its the gong show, amateur night at the Apollo
My dick is like my music but harder to swallow
So children follow me like the pid piper
Sing the chorus in the air with your blunt and lighter
(chorus)x2
you played yourself thinking you down with me
ill end your life nigga dont fuck around with me
and if you kids cant listen then you bound to see
the way you get shot for crossing the boundary
the second verse is worse than the first in this respect
scripted specifically to keep people in check
harlem to Boston realniggas spit with me
but landspeed you aint fucking shit to me
and underground labels know that I dont trust you
you only independent til you major so fuck you
and if you pissed off cause you think that I dissed you
ill rape your mom so we can make this a personal issue
dance with the devil
remember that you not on my level
stupid your not ready I would decipher
Bragging rights and rock steady
And pratically every battle that they got in new york
And I still murder rappers on the streets for sport
Dr guilitine, cutting you short little man
But you dont give me props cause I won at scribble jam
Well fuck you
I hope someone you love dies so fuck your crew
And fuck your family too
Technique said it bitch what the fuck you gonna do?
(chorus)x2
immortal technique incinerate diginerate fags
burn Trent Lott wrapped in his confederate flag
I got the beretta with my face wrapped in a rag
So put the African slave jewelery into the bag
Motherfuckers tell me that a diamond is forever
But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and medgar evans?
House niggas get your head severed trying to be thug
You dont concern me im trying to hurt the people you love
Word of mouth is im in the club being sneaky
Im like the bodysnatchers and your girl is getting sleepy
Ill murder you indiscreetly right at the source
Like the roman legionare that stabbed Christ on the Cross
This about judo it aint about jesus
And you shouldnt fucking talk about telekinesis
Nigga please moving shit with your mind
Try moving you moms out the projects with you rhymes
And next time im coming after cuangueda
Profanity fuck it cuana holda melta guileta
Roll up the llerba, y pasela ala para izquirda
i put the price up to listen to listen to me pop shit
cause i got martha stewart giving me stock tips
underground money wit
honeys in whip
bangbus.com nigga
fuckin yo bitch
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