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IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE lyrics : "Reverse Pimpology"

Featuring: Mojo

[Immortal Technique]

Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders
Y'all ^!$$%z wanna be pimps and players?
This ain't 1997 ^!$$%

I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable
Cause the game don't give a !#@* if you lyrical

And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal
You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle
I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible

Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they pimpin you
All up in the hood like McDonald's and liquor
Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you

got the cure ^!$$% (woo!)
You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me
Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly

Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over
And numbers don't lie unless we do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make money disingenuously

But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry
Smart ^!$$% from the hood, #[email protected], what type of crime is that?
But exec's are like, "You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?" Stupid

can't dodge the game

If you lookin for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
The players and the rules ain't changed (oh no)
But see we tryin to leave a name

So we're turnin out

[Immortal Technique]

Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played
Rich people get robbed and, broke ^!$$%z paid
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A.

Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay


We're tearin it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake that claim
If we didn't it's a cryin shame

What we're concerned about is how to turn it out

[Immortal Technique]

Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of $#[email protected] her
Lots of ^!$$%z girls is someone else's one night stand

I probably made some (*##$es nervous
listenin with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, $#[email protected] you!

What you think, revolutionaries don't like to $#[email protected] too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers

think that they live in a movie
Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out, ^!$$% you know who you be

Look, most people are only players cause they got played
And have not, let go of that, %#@! since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it?

But you shouldn't $#[email protected] up someone else's life because of it
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you fatherless
Before jail or racist cops, that's what the problem is

Recognize the game

See who's the one to place that blame
We gettin trapped in a cycle of pain
With a generation headed down the drain

Time we turn it out

[Immortal Technique]

This is how pimps get pimped and players get played
Beautiful women get, cheated on and gangstas sprayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta

Texas, Vegas, Seattle and $#[email protected] Louisiana

Regardless of money you payin
Just spendin, hold a watch and a chain

But can't offer your children a thang
What the hell is goin on in your brain?
We gon' turn it out

[Immortal Technique]

Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor
I treat labels like the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers

Bootleg my own album, to reach customers (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood love me
Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me
They say underground fans are all the color of talcum
But who the $#[email protected] you think buy 50 and Jay albums?

Who the $#[email protected] you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any major record label and ask 'em
But there's some, devils in disguise in hip-hop
that belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock ((*##$!)
I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot
And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot

You a #[email protected] actin hard like a (*##$ cop
I'll drop you to the floor like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and %#@! on you, like a highway pit stop
And make, revolutionaries out of kids that used to flip rocks
The government, pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq
And history, repeats itself right on track (how?)
First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)

Cause it's funny, mother$#[email protected] don't see it come around again

[Mojo (I.T.)]
Where, can we be free? (!#@* we gon' be free man?)
We only wanna live our lives
Live our lives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes ? open your eyes

You stupid mother$#[email protected] - you stupid mother$#[email protected]
Open your eyes, before you die

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