[Verse 1]
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They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it
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Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it
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I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimick
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its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it
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But this is for the paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin'
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ladies married to men who dont please 'em, dreamin' of comin'
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urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin'
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Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell
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scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell
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and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell
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Hell is not a place you go, if you not a christian
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it's the failure of your lifes greatest ambition
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It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion
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I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong
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Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms
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I'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb
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Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
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by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
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Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song
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I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts
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Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back
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and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack
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And since life is a gamble like the crabstables at Vegas
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I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages
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[Verse 2]
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I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be
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as if our peoples history started with slavery
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Painfully I discovered the shit they kept us secret
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this is the exodus like the black jews out of Egypt
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I keep it reality based wit the music I make
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brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit
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like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred
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I'm like the africans who came here before Colombus
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and from the 15hundreds until after the model
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I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow
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You see the spanjards never left Espace the Cologne
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and if you don't believe me, you can click on Uni Mission
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I never seen so much racism in all of my life
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every program and newscast, all of them white
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It's like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the rest
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that type of stress 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chest
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Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya
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I burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonnorrhea
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I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag
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while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag
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Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:
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capitalism en democracy are not synonymous
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You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill
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sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill
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But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past
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like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass
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Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash
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unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash
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I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return
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I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn
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and I refuse to be concerned with condecending advice
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cuz I am the only motherfucker that could change my life
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[Ending]
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Some people think I won't make it
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but I know that I will
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Escape the emptiness
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cuz that shit is slow and it kills
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the flow and the skill
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I made y'all believe that it last
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You can make the future
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but it starts with LEAVING THE PAST
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Leaving The Past
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Immortal Technique |