The Rebel lyrics

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Immortal technique
The Rebel
The Mic planet Sessions
Written by: Kyle K
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Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers, y'know wut I mean..this is
For my peoples..insomniac I can't sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
Ayo (yea)

Im a rebel that'll fire missles at red dawn
But before I issue the order to send bombs,
I want presidential money like execs at n'ron
And goldiggin porn chicks for me to spend on

But Im'a only pay for 1 night stay at the Ritz
I wont even get you a towel when I spray on your tits,
Im not a misogynist I just like it when gurls are
Massagin this so pop shit

And Im'a smoke you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the microphone cause switch palms
Immortal Technique phsychotic nigga to spit calm
Misinterpreted by the media like Islaam
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I love the underground but not enuough chicks in a thong
What the fuck how could beautiful women be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were hits from the bong
That was supposed to be the end of the song
But it's not the freestyle got me stuck in the zone

I can't stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot

But Im'a shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain
Like the military did to the fourth terrorist plain
That was I'll but shut the fuck up and let me explain

What good is fame and flossan
When you stuck in a coffin?
And who the fuck you gonna run to when i make you an orphan?

Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could never be
Ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy
My heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry

Cry blood and i bleed venom
Never subliminal clear with the message im sending
Bending the space-time continuum

Just to get to you
And blast you so hard it'll kill the person next to you

So in retrospect remember and don't fuckin forget
Yall are walkin dead people yall just don't know it yet!

Yea...yea nigga..its on...you know wut time it is..
Im out...harlem nigga.....this is for all the devils..
I'm commin in here to take your head off.