[Immortal Technique]
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Before we go any further..
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I would like to send a message to all the underground mc's out there, working hard
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The time has come to realize you networked in a market
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and stop being a fucking commodity
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And if you didn't understand what I've just said then you already waiting to get fucked
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For example; a lot of these promoters are doing showcases
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throwing events, and not even paying the workhorses
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They trying get us to rock for the love of hiphop or rock for the exposure
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Now look man, I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps
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Or, or, or doing a benefit show, but don't lie to me pussy
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Coz I find out I'm paying your lightbill, I'm fucking you up nigga
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Besides, you ain't doing this for the love, you ain't doing it for the exposure
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you charging up to 10$ at the door, and you ain't tryin to give me shit??
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So wait a minute... you want me to go shopping, cook the food, and put it in front of you
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but you won't let me sit down and eat with you? The fuck is that?
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Niggaz need to start playing their position, man. Just coz you throw a party
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a hosting event or an open mic or a showcase, or a battle
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that don't make you important at all
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Without me and everybody like me out there
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you ain't nutting but a good idea, motherfucker
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So stay in your place
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And to all these bitchass saronayas who are too lazy to come up with a way to sell records..
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That they keep recycling marketing schemes and imagery
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C'mon..
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There is a market for everything man
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There is a market for pet psychologists nigga. There is a market for twisted
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shitfetish video's. For nipplerings, for riverdancing, for chocolate cupboard roaches..
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But you can't find one for cultured hardcore reality and hiphop?
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People like you: the house nigga executives
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and them rich motherfuckers that own you; you the motherfucking machine man!
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You and all these niggaz talking about the same shit
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with the same flow over the same candy-ass beats
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But I refuse the feed the machine
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And Im not giving any magazine money
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So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or double-x-l's, or 5 discs
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Whatever man, fuck it
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But then again; you don't own me, and none of you niggaz ever will
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If I'm feeling what you fight for I'm rolling with you to the end
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But if not, then FUCK YOU!
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And the more that mc's, producers, dj's
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and independent labels start to grasp the conceptuality
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of what their contribution to the business of hiphop is
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rather then just the music - the more the industry will be forced to change
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Oh, heh, and one last thing;
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You don't have to agree with everything I've said
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But don't ever be condescending to me
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Picking up your wack ass friends that rhyme and being like
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'Ow yeah, Immortal Technique - he's aaiight'
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No nigga..
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Your mom is pussy, that's aaiight, ok..
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Your peoples getting shot dead in the street, that's aaiight
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I'm the motherfucking Immortal Technique nigga! The message and the money!
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And you ain't got either!
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Remember that!
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Punk ass motherfucker..
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The Message & The Money
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Immortal Technique |