[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
I burn my bridges with a blow torch
A rebel born from verbal holocaust
Dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off
Swiftest stealth a**a**in snipe you from balcony shots
A terrorist position, professional from the opera box
Rhyme documents infamous like the Bill of Rights
Illa tight, having n***as open like the thrill of dykes
Jean Grae, Yakuza ma** murderer
Friends who got the dirt on her
Foes who never heard of her
Wild Style, my mouth bomb the train up
I spit Krylon in 5 colors
When I speak I spray my name up
Split your wig up like Denny Bruce
Splash your remains and brains out on the street like Henny and juice
Noose your neck and loosen your spine from back
Shift your spleen, rip till it's just obscene
From downtown swinging it, New York
Illest who rip it ever, flow like a river
f** your girl like a n***a, what
[Scratches]
[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
I've been through hell and back
Scars swell on my back
I spit bars - y'all spit repetitive raps
I'm a street dude who decided to rhyme
With lines that'll crack the disc between your mind and your spine
That's why, y'all wanna bite my design
And that's why usually I hold the mic like a nine
Pistol whip you on the side of your eye
Watch it pop out
We knock out cats and wipe the floors with their rocks out, shocked out
Like you driving in a lightning storm, with the top down
We got this locked down
Like convicts on the run
Getting shot down, for phone time
We gaining yards in the whole nine
See me and Tech we steadily building
And we about to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building
And all them n***as get mad when we step in the building Cause we make the crowd jump
And hit they head on the ceiling, what
[Scratches]
[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia
Bury competition like Mesopotamia
Emanating radiation pissing liquid uranium
I bring the rock like European drunks in soccer stadiums
I'll split your cranium with perfect symmetry, lyrically
If your not the illest then you don't deserve to spit with me
OBS obliterating ba*tards sacrilegiously
I sacrifice n***as who talk sh** ritualistically
Meticulously making all my rivals suicidal
Like white suburban kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible
My arrival is genocidal like Christopher Columbus
Exterminating races of whack MC's that walk among us
I've just begun to bust, I'll make this place, open candela
These racist cops wanna lock me longer then Nelson Mandela
Pissed off, I'm making hella paper East to West coast
And I treat the law in this country like a motherf**ing joke
Cause if I'm willing to smoke the president, while he's sniffing his coke
You know it don't mean sh** to me to cut a f**ing cops throat
[Immortal Technique talking]
Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
DP-one, tell 'em what the f** we about to do
[Scratches]
Sh..sh..sh..sh** on the whole industry