#revoultionary

AZTEC LECTAR HANNIBAL

Yo what the fuck happened to reality-spitting rhyme sayers These days everybody is trying to be a thug or a player Where did all the real motherfuckers go in the game Bring back the break dancers and graffiti writers with fame I remember hip-hop before the mic gun-clappers Cause I used to drink forties with more flavor then these rappers Lyrical ego trips doesn't make fortification You’re not dope enough, to spit self-glorification

Cause I was blessed with lyrical strength to do whatever I could You should have seen it coming long ago when you were very young My word is through the father, holy spirit and his fuckin’ son Cause when I grab the mic device in front of Christ and start to rip it I'll make Jesus turn around and say "Yo Pop this nigga flipped it”

No matter what the fuck life throws at me I continue to make it threw indefinitely Immortal Technique defeats the odds repetitively Until there ain't shit ahead of me competitively Surviving the tough times is imperative to me Looking at the whole world revolutionarily

Surviving the tough times is imperative to me Looking at the whole world revolutionarily