(feat. Mojo)
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[Immortal Technique]
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Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders
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Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps and players?
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This ain't 1997 nigga
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I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable
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Cause the game don't give a FUCK if you lyrical
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And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal
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You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle
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I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible
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Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they pimpin you
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All up in the hood like McDonald's and liquor
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Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga (woo!)
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You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me
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Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly
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Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over
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And numbers don't lie unless we do Bush and Gore over
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Free markets make money disingenuously
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But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry
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Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that?
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But exec's are like, "You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?"
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Stupid
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[Mojo]
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Can't dodge the game
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If you lookin for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
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The players and the rules ain't changed (oh no)
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But see we tryin to leave a name
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So we're turnin out
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[Immortal Technique]
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Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played
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Rich people get robbed and, broke niggaz paid
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New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A.
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Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay
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[Mojo]
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We're tearin it out of the frame
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See we deserve to stake that claim
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If we didn't it's a cryin shame
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What we're concerned about is how to turn it out
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[Immortal Technique]
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Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her
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And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of fuckin her
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Lots of niggaz girls is someone else's one night stand
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I probably made some bitches nervous listenin with they man (ha ha)
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And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you!
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What you think, revolutionaries don't like to fuck too?
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You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
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Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a movie
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Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie
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And I don't need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be
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Look, most people are only players cause they got played
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And have not, let go of that, shit since the 7th grade
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Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it?
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But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it
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Someone did your mother like that, that's why you fatherless
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Before jail or racist cops, that's what the problem is
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[Mojo]
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Recognize the game
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See who's the one to place that blame
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We gettin trapped in a cycle of pain
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With a generation headed down the drain
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Time we turn it out
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[Immortal Technique]
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This is how pimps get pimped and players get played
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Beautiful women get, cheated on and gangstas sprayed
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Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta
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Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin Louisiana
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[Mojo]
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Regardless of money you payin
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Just spendin, hold a watch and a chain
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But can't offer your children a thang
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What the hell is goin on in your brain?
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We gon' turn it out
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[Immortal Technique]
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Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
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I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor
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I treat labels like the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!)
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Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator
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Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers
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Bootleg my own album, to reach customers (yeah)
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Every city, state and country, the hood love me
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Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me
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They say underground fans are all the color of talcum
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But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay albums?
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Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?
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Call up any major record label and ask 'em
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But there's some, devils in disguise in hip-hop
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that belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!)
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I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot
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And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot
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You a pussy actin hard like a bitch cop
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I'll drop you to the floor like a reverse wristlock
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Eat your food and shit on you, like a highway pit stop
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And make, revolu |