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[Jean
Ayo, I burn my bridges with a torch
a rebel born from holocaust
dirty and never try to clense to get the off
the stealth assassin snipe you
from shots of terrorist position
from the opera box
rhyme infamous like the
of Right, illa tight, having niggaz
open the thrill of dykes Jean Grae
ya koo's a murderer, friends who got
the dirt on her, foes who heard of her
wild style, my mouth gone to up, I spit
Krolyon in five colours, when I speak I my
name up, split wig up like Denny and Bruce
splash your remains and out on the street
like and juice, noose your neck and loosen
your spine back shift your spleen, rip till it's
just obscene, from down town it, New York
who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl
like a what?

I've been through Hell and back, swell
on my back, I spit bars, spit repetative
raps, I'm a street dude, who decided to
with lines that'll crack the disc between mind
and spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my design
and why, usually I hold the mic like a nine
pistol whip you on the side of your eye, it
pop out, we out cats, with the floors when
it rocks out, shocked out, you driving in
a storm, with the top down, we got
this down, like convicts on the run
shot down, we four times
gaining yards in the line, see me
and Tech we steadily building, and we
to like the Oklahoma Federal Building
and all them get mad when we step in
the building, cause we make the crowd
and hit they on the ceiling, what?

[Immortal
I spit heat the deserts of Saudi Arabia
bury like Mesopotamia, emanating
radiation pissing liquid uranium, I bring the
like European drunks in stadiums, I'll
split your cranium with perfect symmetry
if your not the illest, you don't deserve to
with me, OBS obliverating bastards
sacrilegiously, I niggaz who
talk ritualistically, meticulously making
all my rivals suicidal white suburban
kids on acid the Satanic Bible
my arrival is genocidal, Christopher
Columbus, exterminating racism of
MC's that among us, I've just begun to bust
make this place, open gondela
these racist cops lock me longer then
Nelson Mandela, off, I'm making hella
paper, East to West coast, and I the law in this
country like a mother joke, cause if I'm
willing to smoke the president, while he's his
Coke, you know it don't mean to me
to cut a fucking throat

[Immortal Technique
Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Technique
DP-one, 'em what the fuck we about to do

sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole