[Intro: Immortal Technique + (Poison Pen)]
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(Uptown, haha) Immortal Technique, Poison Pen
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We the top of the food chain motherfucker
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Stronghold in it, yo
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MC's are just figments of my imagination (tell 'em)
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They don't have to be dissed (tell 'em)
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I just stop thinkin about them (tell 'em!)
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And they cease to exist (tell 'em!)
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Don't get me pissed pussies
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[Hook: Poison Pen]
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Desolate easy Jesus{?}, while they squeezin heaters
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You better? Then please defeat us
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Ladies is teacher squeezers, they pleased to meet us
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Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders
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My tongue new in late modern English, I'm from the side with heaters
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Always comment on your side as beepers
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It ain't no joke, baby the bell is broke
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Just holla out the window if you tryin to reach us
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[Poison Pen]
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Poison Pen for you ballers and bammers
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Walk up in the spot, metal detectors went bananas
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Stronghold! It's Bronx swingin, give me dap 'til my palm's stingin
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Grab your bitch - and make a porn feature
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Come out your mouth, that's a nice shirt to bleed on
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They only use yo' ass to fuck and roll trees on (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK!)
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It's on, your block, your street
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Niggaz so puss and they don't speak, they queaf
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When you run shit, Stronghold shit
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I need a chain I can jump rope with
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And Bed-Stuy got 'em, word I'm like Zeus without the eye problem
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Some neck without the pearl spot, or it ain't rockin the most
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Chicken spots, even if tots got they eyes on your necklace
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My life is this flick, and y'all are extras
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I double more blocks than Tetris, we perfectionists
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And wouldn't have it, any other way, yeah
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[Hook]
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[Poison Pen]
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Pen Pen nigga look good
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My flow's a couple of retarded niggaz too dumb
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With an impact on hip-hop
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Like LL walkin into Def Jam screaming out BOX!
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[Immortal Technique]
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Immortal Technique, top of the food chain
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I'll split your wifey's head open, just to get me some brain
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I spit venomous thing with Poison Pen
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Destroy the sun and in eight minutes you'll never see day again
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Pray for your friends but me and God'll just laugh at you
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Tell you to shut the fuck up, and rain acid on you
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Break down your molecules and spiritually damage you
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Haven't you got the picture yet?
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Motherfuckers like you are easy to disrespect, cause you're only a thug
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When you on the internet you can't compare your dialect to Tech'
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Because you lack the chromos'
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I'm a Neo-Sapien, but y'all are still actin like homos
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[Hook (replace "heaters" with "Ninas" in first line)]
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[Poison Pen]
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If you talk {?} high, you get your mouth punched in
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Stronghold is my house nigga, greasy apartment
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My legions are foul, you eat he crapped out
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Ain't never seen no trees in my mouth
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Poison Pen magnitude eight-point-three
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The hottest shit this side of the Gaza Strip
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Alongside many gangs in rap arouses
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That point and click without red browsers
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Look out it's the 80's all over again it seems
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Long hair, denim suits and big tanks, and glitz
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We don't look for hoes so they scoop us
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Tell your bitch to bring nothin to my crib but, pussy and a toothbrush
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And a camcorder, y'all could all relate
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They treat my nuts like imported grapes
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That's how it is at the, top of the food chain
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Poison Pen, Technique and - all y'all better take turns sleepin
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Top Of The Food Chain (Remix)
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Immortal Technique |