Crooked I - Lick Shots lyrics

[Intro] This is the Invasion The Evil Genius Green Lantern! Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World" It's on now motherf**er - ha, ha drop You know you got the right to bear arms, huh Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherf**in firearm Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots [Hook] Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots Lick shots for the revolution! Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots But watch, where the f** you shootin'! Yo, where you aimin' at? Where you aimin' at? Where the f** you n***as aimin' at? Where you aimin' at? Where you aimin' at? This is only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] Volume 1, cop k**er, hip-hop has never been realer Volume 2 shot up the president like a guerilla New York police state capital tried to swallow me Locked me longer than Puerto Rico been a colony Thirteenth Amendment slavery property And now they signin rappers that promote their philosophy f** that, n***a hip-hop is not Republican That's just the white motherf**ers that own the publishin And get the f** out, if you want the foreigners gone I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn Marry a m**m girl and f** her five times a day Every time right before we shower and pray You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad But a holy war, is a conversation with God You b**h n***as misinterpret what you don't understand Stackin' the wrong sign can end up, shootin' your man Shootin' each other, shootin' your brother Aim the gun at the right motherf**er And leave him colder than the prison in Russia Or America's white power structure n***as love to say "f** revolution!" Until the jury come in and move for the prosecution And then brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton Forgot about the bullsh** music they was producin' But my n***as aim precisely, through the confusion and [Hook] [Verse 2: Crooked-I] I got a hundred shooters with me, Ruger shoot you through the kidney Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby I'm runnin' through the city, dear God If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me Somebody told me Glenn Beck is the Klan's overseer See ya, time to let him see a damn soldier Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter This is my gangsta religion See I aim with precision, point blank the position I'm black as them ancient Egyptians Before European historians went and changed the description I'm blamed for the 'caine in the kitchen The C.I.A. playin' with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin' Listen, you dudes better watch the hook I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa, look They wanna get rid of this conscious crook Like I'm an agnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book But I ain't goin' nowhere, that's the motherf**in' truth America don't care for its inner city youth, so I [Hook] [Verse 3: Chino XL] Puerto Rican superhero! XL eternal, my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum He flirted with pullin' me over for bein' brown, I bust Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus I must, take aim when I lick shots Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell Turn us from Shawn Carter to Sean Combs to Sean Bell My temper 'bout to break like levees in New Orleans Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages Kid illusion is dead, we movin' with the blue and the red Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his head Y'all don't lick shots like k**ers aimin' at the Feds Y'all lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the bees Chino and Immortal Tech' k** sh** like the Chinito at Virginia Tech And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a f**in' j**eler Blap! Blap! I shoot the cats off your f**in' Pumas [Hook]