Immortal Technique Change Gone Come
Yeah, lets get it started,
Immortal Technique (Yeah) Block McCloud (Yeah)
You ready?
They say my words are sinister, so they plotting my death,
Like Nation of Islam ministers did to Malcolm X,
But I'm never stressed, i stay with the gat in the ride,
Ready for beef like Chicago with my hat to the side,
Glock and a clip, locked and loaded with the body armour,
Cold blooded, i don't give a f..ck about karma,
Cause if it never comes for those who benefit from misery,
Aint no muthafuckin way it could ever do shit to me,
There nothing metaphysically deep about getting shot,
Pissing in your pants and vomiting blood on the block
Witness protection tryna stay alive on the humble,
And don't mumble when you try to disrespect my bars,
I throw a Chinese nigga at you infected with Sars,
Get banana boat niggas to murder you for a g,
Get them a green card and get you chopped up for free,
But you aint even worth having your body buried,
If you was locked up you'd be lap dancing for commissary,
Cut the commentary muthafucka, nobody cares,
You try to go to Thugs mansion, but nobody's there,
Cause the judgment day for you is a empty place,
And imma' send you first class with a whole in your face,
Taking your space cause' you slacking and your spot was cushy,
You a faggot and your fan base is pussy! (Nigga What!?)
