Amnesia (Prod. Chris The Immortal)

Street Scholars (Prod. Chris The Immortal)

Lyrics:
Yo next up to the podium 
Its the young Cambodian 
Who Mastered the art of alchemy 
Called Whipping sodium 
His Soul could control everybody at the disco 
They looked in admiration and behold 
The greatest storyteller ever told 
His legs swole from hopping Metro 
He’d glance at his dogs and said hurry up
Lets go 
The flow from his stroll made the 
Girls say whoa 
He’s the one I want to Marry He’s the one I want to get to know 
Strong and black no Tatts 
Ripped and Jacked 
Spread love to his city 
So he put it on his back 
No maps when he walks
Loud mouth when he talks 
And the dogs won’t bark when he 
Walk through the park 
Guess who? 
The microphone controller is you
His Hair so Clean that they banned 
Shampoo  
So when you look into the mirror 
Give yourself a glance 
And be true the world does deserve to dance.

Message 2 Yourself (Prod. Chris The Immortal)

Mind Cntrl

Lyrics:
Ayo Bounce with me one time  It’s like the smell from the grass  When the sunshine or like a girl with a phatty in  A sundress looking at me like  She Wanna g to undress  N Bless her flesh  With Awesome sex  Im next up  The name  Headline like fresh cuts  Festivals sending me  Check stubs  Just to rap  But I don’t really care  Cus it ain’t about a stack  It’s all about my brothers  Showing love and giving Dap  And giving back to the youth  I never tell a lie cus niggas gotta  Know the truth I send my flow to infiltrate  Like armies send recruits  Rhymes shooting through the air  Dead bodies under boots  No fast-food  I’m drinking water eating fruits  But on occasion I might eat a peace of bacon  Only one  The chosen son  With the iron hitting hole in ones   Tiger woods in every hood    Eyes slanted when I smoke a blunt

Energy Transmutation

Chck Mate (prod. Tee8)

Fightin Ali

A.T.F.H. (All The Fly Honeyz)

Lyrics: 
How could the homeless exist 
if we got 100 thousand mother fuckers 
That claim to be rich 
Across the country all we 
Care about is money 
Cause you need a dollar 
Just to keep from going 
Hungry 
Its like rents to high 
And debts gotta be paid 
Thats why every other 
Person working 
Minimum wage 
14.99 And I’ll make you 
A slave 
That’s what Uncle Sam 
Says when he gettin his way 
Don’t get in his way 
Cus then he’ll let his 
People know to lock u 
Inside of a cage 
For every last single     
One of your days 
And take your babies away 
Don’t be afraid 
With faith 
you’ll find your way out the maze 
Lets get together think as one 
And reconstruct the whole 
system 
The few that run the masses 
Lets get up and gooo get them
I give my thanks to god because he 
Gave my soul rhythm 
The raps I put together 
Be so cold they bone 
Chilling 
Simple and plain this rap music 
Runs in my veins  
I got the talent to expose 
This whole monopoly game 
And we gonn get together 
Arm ourselves and fight 
For a change 

Cus the way we living 
Now is just for suckers and 
Lames 
The Immortal one 
In case u didn’t know the name 
Chris tripped n flipped the whole 
Script 
Balled his fist quick 
N hit Uncle Sam 
n his lip
Dipped out 
Left the spot cus the cops 
Coming right behind him
Little did they know his people
Love him so they got him 
Any problem that he got 
Then its the world problem 
The cops asking where he at and they 
Say what about him

Free Us (prod. J.dilla)

lyrics:

Professor X 
Wheel chair sound Fx
Beat 
Thats y everything I 
Spit sound complex 
My ex was a brunette 
Bowflex 
The movie set 
Stretched out 
Never been in a drought 
But everything I spit  
Cotton mouth 
Snake Bite 
Its like fighting a great 
White 
Late night 
Hit me on Skype 
Cus I don’t do face times 
Im probably on my phone typing rhymes 
Im addicted to rap like coke heads sniffing lines 
Or Like criminals committing crimes 
How many dimes did penny pass
To Shaq 
I feel like Tre when Ricky got shot n 
The back 
I need a hundred million dollars 2 relax 
I can’t stop 
Like when bitches giving slop top 
Yo 
My top notch flows 
Can crush all foes 
leave u laid out flat like 
ironing clothes 
Fold any MC 
That step up to me 
With a mic in his hand 
Start chucking rocks at him like 
We in Afghanistan 
Im like puffy off making the band 
Go get my cheesecake bitch 
All pink in a mink plus my easter fit 
In church looking like slick rick 
Gold teeth and an eye patch 
Rambo jack knife ready for 
Combat 
What is war really good 
For absolutely nothing 
These rap niggas is bluffin 
I send them to the liquor store 
Like mclovin

Mclovin

Mazes (Prod. Chris The Immortal)

Love (prod. Chris The Immortal)

44 Barz (Prod. Chris The Immortal)

Danger (Prod. Chris The Immortal)

My Art
The Avant-garde
"If you build it, they will come."
Hip-Hop is in my Soul
christheimmortal@yahoo.com

Chris The Immortal

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