Servants In Heaven, Kings In Hell

Put em in the Grave

Visions Of Gandhi

Blood In Blood Out

This track was on Immortal Techniques "Revolutionary Vol. 1" double disc set. It appears as a hidden track following the cult hit "Dance With The Devil". Please Google the album and check it out. I highly recommend it for all hip hop fans.

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(INTRO) [Immortal Technique]

Oh ya'll motherfuckers thought it was over huh?
 But it's not.
 You didn't count on the fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you.
 Ya'll niggas ain't shit.
 Your producers ain't shit.
 Your fuckin A & R ain't shit.
 I'll fuckin wipe my ass with your demo deal.
 Yo, Diabolic. Take this motherfucker's head OFF!


(VERSE 1)[Diabolic]

 Go ahead and grip glocks
 I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
 You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
 I'll watch you topple flat
 Put away your writtens and holla back
 Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
 Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits
 By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
 What you preach is worthless
 Your worship defeat the purpose
 Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
 Beyond what ya'll fathom
 I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
 Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
 Tour jack 'em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
 In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
 Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
 Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
 So if I catch you bluffin'
 Faggot, you're less than nothing
 I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

(VERSE 2) [Immortal Technique]

 You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me
 I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
 Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission
 To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
 Immortal Technique will destroy your religion, you stupid bitch
 You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
 I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA challenger computer chips
 Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary
 I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitabely
 Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
 I'm illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
 I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me
 And the use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
 This puppet democracy, brain washed, just psychology
 So you're nothing like diversity without equality
 And your crew is full of more faggots that Greek Mythology
 Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven
 Produces more digits than twenty-two divided by seven
 You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
 You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
 Your mind is empty and spaceous
 Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture interracist
 Face it, you're too basic
 You're never gonna make it
 Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked 

The 3rd World

Immortal Technique