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[00:11.05](Verse 1: Jean Grae)
[00:22.50]I burn my bridges with a blow torch
[00:24.75]A rebel born from verbal holocaust
[00:26.91]Dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off
[00:29.97]Swiftest stealth assassin snipe you from balcony shots
[00:32.83]A terrorist position, professional from the opera box
[00:35.89]Rhyme documents infamous like the Bill of Rights
[00:38.83]Illa tight, havin' niggas open like the thrill of dykes
[00:41.64]Jean Grae, Yakuza mass murderer
[00:44.61]Friends who got the dirt on her
[00:45.96]Foes who never heard of her
[00:47.52]Wild Style, my mouth bomb the train up
[00:50.03]I spit Krylon in five colors, when I speak I spray my name up
[00:53.35]Split your wig up like Denny Bruce
[00:55.91]Splash your remains and brains out
[00:57.55]On the street like Henny and juice
[00:59.30]Noose your neck and loosen your spine from back
[01:02.21]Shift your spleen, rip 'til it's just obscene
[01:04.77]From downtown swingin' it, New York, illest who rip it
[01:08.22]Ever, flow like a river, fuck your girl like a nigga, what
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[01:11.92](Scratches)
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[01:22.47](Verse 2: Pumpkinhead)
[01:22.63]I've been through hell and back, scars swell on my back
[01:25.67]I spit bars, y'all spit repetitive raps
[01:28.46]I'm a street dude who decided to rhyme, with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind and your spine
[01:34.31]That's why y'all wanna bite my design
[01:37.22]And that's why usually I hold the mic like a 9
[01:40.23]Pistol-whip you on the side of your eye, watch it pop out
[01:43.95]We knock out cats and wipe the floors with their rocks out
[01:47.10]Shocked now? Like you drivin' in a lightning storm
[01:50.23]With the top down, we got this locked down
[01:52.98]Like convicts on the run, gettin' shot down for phone time
[01:56.76]We gainin' yards in the whole nine
[01:58.97]See, me and Tech, we steadily building
[02:01.28]And we about to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building
[02:04.29]And all them niggas get mad when we step in the building 'Cause we make the crowd jump
[02:08.90]And hit they head on the ceiling, what
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[02:10.80](Scratches)
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[02:21.50](Verse 3: Immortal Technique)
[02:21.65]I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia
[02:24.77]Bury competition like Mesopotamia
[02:27.67]Emanatin' radiation, pissin' liquid uranium
[02:30.65]I bring the rock like European drunks in soccer stadiums
[02:33.50]I'll split your cranium with perfect symmetry, lyrically
[02:36.36]If you're not the illest, then you don't deserve to spit with me
[02:39.44]OBS-obliterating bastards sacrilegiously
[02:42.44]I sacrifice niggas who talk shit, ritualistically
[02:45.41]Meticulously makin' all my rivals suicidal
[02:48.18]Like white suburban kids on acid, readin' the Satanic Bible
[02:51.45]My arrival is genocidal like Christopher Columbus
[02:54.26]Exterminatin' races of wack MC's that walk among us
[02:57.32]I've just begun to bust, I'll make this place open candela
[03:00.13]These racist cops wanna lock me longer then Nelson Mandela
[03:03.05]Pissed off, I'm makin' hella paper, East to West Coast
[03:05.95]And I treat the law in this country like a motherfuckin' joke
[03:08.96]'Cause if I'm willin' to smoke the President
[03:10.76]While he's sniffin' his coke
[03:12.33]You know it don't mean shit to me to cut a fuckin' cop's throat
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[03:16.10](Outro: Immortal Technique)
[03:16.30]Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
[03:20.35]DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do!
[03:22.71]{Sh, sh, sh, shit on the whole industry}