[Louis Farrakhan talking]
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"Brothers and sisters...friends....and I see some enemies.
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[Laughter and then applause]
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In fact I think we'd be fooling our self's if we had a audience
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this large and didn't realize that there were some enemies present."
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[Verse One]
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I'm a weapon that fires
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Lyrical projectiles with no mercy
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I'm cold blooded like reptiles
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Touch a pregnant bitch and make her give birth to a dead child
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Every time I flex styles
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Niggas vacate the premises and become exiles
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I manufacture rhymes like textiles of x-files
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And lighten juveniles
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Living life with no purpose
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Organize a army that will make the devil's nervous
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Competition is worthless
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Like the electoral vote
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If you provoke I'll break your motherfucking neck in a yoke
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Your better off throwing your shitty life away sniffing coke
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Technique will choke you into a spiritual state
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And it will take a lake of hydrochloric acid to soften this
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I'll fake your parents suicide and kill you in the orphanage
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But I inspire ideological metamorphosis
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Stop talking shit or I'll make your existence a memory
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So you can have me frozen cryogenically for centuries
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But I'll break the ice if anyone on the planet mentions me
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I'll burn a hypocritical flag intentionally
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Explosive revolutionary
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Chemistry's my destiny
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[Chorus: 2x]
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No mercy is what I chemically bomb on enemies
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Your life's a fucking mistake, technique is the remedy
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Destroy you before you become what you intended to be
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And in the future you'll worship those that descended from me
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[Verse Two]
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When I fight you I won't snipe you
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I'll use a HIV infected needle to strike you
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As well as anyone that vaguely resembles or looks like you
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And just to spite you I'll force your children
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At gun point to bite you
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And rip a piece off
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To start the beef off of the rest of your petty limited life
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I'm coming at cha to catch ya by surprising the sight
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Nobodies stupid enough to back ya when tactically attack ya
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Because my style is nasty like protruding bone fractures
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And your a played out dirty pussy devil
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Like Margaret Datcher
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But technique never get captured inside the rapture
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Cause I mastered the art of causing natural disasters
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You should learn the difference
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In between the students and the master
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My stature is the dispatcher of damaging decibels
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And even though my starving people are considered expendable
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I consecutively escape the racist court puritanical
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I spit raw kinetic energy that's immeasurable
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Retaliation for perpetration is unendable
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Mercy is not extendible
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I'll break your fucking brain down into psychological chemicals
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[Chorus: 2x]
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No Mercy
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Immortal Technique |