Rebel Arms
What you thought it was over?!
Shit ain't over 'til we
Say it's over motherfucker aiyyo Tech
What you think about the rap
Game right about now?
"It's all bullshit, you know that
I know that! Hey, come along with me man
We'll have a budget, huh?
We'll have some clout"
"I didn't get into this for that!"
"Well that's all there is!"
"Well if that's all there is I've
Been wastin my motherfuckin time wit'chu
I can get more clout and
More money on the STREET
Than I can get followin your ass"
(Rebel arms) yeah yeah, uhh, yeah
The game is polluted with rappers
That are really snitches
And most DJ's are nothin but
Industry bitches
And we don't got, no mansion or riches
But we got guns and knives
And your children's pictures
And everybody loses in war, but you lose more
What you think we brought back the Panthers
And the Zulu for?
Immortal witchdoctor made himself
A voodoo doll
For every motherfucker that fronted
That I can recall
Fuck the industry, don't call me
You can't get with me
I'll leave niggas hangin like Mississippi
RBG to the last drop of blood in my body
Or the Feds drag me away, like a tsunami
But I'll be back like a
Fresh bodybag from Iraq
Like a Baltimore slum during
The resurgence of crack
Brown and black like the AK
I keep in the strap while we waitin on the
Next stock market collapse!
It's territorial, oratory editorial
Fuck around I'll be the cause
Of your life's memorial
I write rap's territorial
East Coast border zoo
Never crossin waters 'til I
Will coastally slaughter you
I'm better than all of you
Vendetta's be mauling you
You're talkin cheddar, I'm a shreddar
I'll sever it off of you
I'll never remorse for you
No letters endorsin you
Pole position in the coffin is what it's
Costin you the cockiest bosses who control
The fortunes too
The mortgage is of a cultural losses
Through and through
(But it's the rebel arms)
Godspeed with devil's charms
The bitch made gets switchblades in every arm
And this way we ix nay on any harm
Cause snakes play and fakes
Lay like hidden bombs
We march in unison, the soul is true within
Eternal missions with church
A lifetime to do it in stronghold said it
Whoop yo' bitch-ass with batons
The rebel arms swarm and form like Voltron
Slash your own beast
You heard +Mark of the East+
Runnin through cop lands screamin
"Fuck the police!" hormones in the water
(water) they actin out of order
Like a pack of rabid wolves
They lambs for the slaughter
Crush your mandible
Rip the drums like Animal
Eat MC's they my own kind, I'm a cannibal
My regimen salute me, haters wanna shoot me
Kool-Aid in their veins
They're lawyers tryin to sue me
"You sell crack and rap, did a skid bid
Multiple baby mamas, take care of yo' kids"
Guillotine rap, shackles on your neck
Chemical warfare where punchlines connect
Da Circle play the snipers
With Immortal Tech'
They called the block governor to
Drag him of the set!
Rebel arms out for supremacy
And move non-gimmicky
Related to royalty on each
Trip you mention me twist bars illest-ly
Rebel against the infantry
Get more than yo' feet wet when
I make you a memory cats not ready because
They commercially industry
I make house calls to those
Afraid to visit me
Disrespect, I'll smash off the petty
From undisclosed locates
Move fast for their cheddy
Arch don't breakdance, yet I +Rock Steady+
I jump on your scope to
Prove your aim not deadly
My shot to the top is
Like Mikki and Mal' smelly
Flow milky like the tit's of a chick
That's top heavy
The +Technique's Immortal+ so Rebel
Arm's the regiment arch status nicer than
Other rappers ever been
My cantine's full from when the
Doc don't got medicine
Five-star general, frontline veteran
Invasion baby!
Shit ain't a fuckin game that we playin
Immortal Technique oh yeah, don't forget
"Revolutionary Vol 3" comin soon
You're not worthy, you sons-of-bitches!