Green Lantern
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Invasion
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Okay, Let's go.
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Talk to em.
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Harlem!
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Don't you get tired of hearin niggas say that shit all the time?!
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Why don't you shut the fuck up and rhyme nigga?!
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Yeah...Yeah...
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Used to run around, gettin my fight in the streets on
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Back in the day, before Harlem had a green zone
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What god is a good education with no direction?
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Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election
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Like the gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
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Like the crowd packed in the front, without the midsection
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Used to live robbin and stealin and being reckless
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It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
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I used to live in the back, of a holding van
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Used to be offbeat, like the white girls' shoulder dance
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I wrote rhymes acappella, no beat, behind bars
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Shed blood to make it like the story behind scars
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I used to be a battle champion, in the meanwhile
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Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
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Prematurely Senile, underground primadonnas
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I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
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Cause I never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
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I learned it from watchin you, don't ever forget it bitch
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Cause everybody knows how the government do
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They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on you
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Evolution from Australopithecus
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Primitive commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
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Your wax is useless
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Rappers are dropping like Icarus
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Technological revolution, nigga picture this
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Yeah...
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I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
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Lyrical bullets packed to the top of the clip now
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Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
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Fellas put your hands up, and all the women strip down
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That's not misogynist, you ostriches, cause I could just apocalypse
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Talk politics to the populace
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Or challenge what the market is
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With militant caucuses
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That'll smash the spirit of hip hop out the sarcophagus
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This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
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I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on Ramadan
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Hip hop reparations, now we taking back Delucci
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Don't tell me you spent it on coke like Danny Bonaduce
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We're tired of being on the outside, looking in
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Wondering what the fuck hip hop would've been
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This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be
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And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy
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Dominant species, the new breed, that won't let you breath
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I'll make you die for what I believe
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So we got nothin in common
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There ain't no comparison
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You got beef with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
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White power, Nazi, European Americans,
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Rapid poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
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The resurrection, ripping a bull through the record section
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Flight connection to the gentry board of all guerrilla lessons
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Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
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This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
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Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser
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Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva
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I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
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.50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now
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Fuck your private jet nigga, we shootin the shit down
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Bomb wall street and make the stock market dip down
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I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
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You the shit nigga, I don't care about shit now
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I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
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Melt the ice caps, and make all of this shit drown
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That's What It Is
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Immortal Technique |