Immortal Technique - The People Are sh** lyrics

(Immortal Technique) Yeah... Its Harlem.. (ahahaa) Tellin' you the other side of the story (yeah!) Its that serious (let these muthaf**as know!) The peoples souls are dirty, unworthy Your words of salvation are murder capital Clappin' you on random occasions In the hood the good die young cause d**h is impatient The laws are manufactured by one religious denomination Its fate that I spit, sick psychotic an*logies This is a world where n***as pimp the children and their family The beast and the false prophet, move closer gradually Unforgivable sins, satanic bestiality You got the muthaf**in nerve to point your finger mad at me Cause' I select to put the world in perspective for clarity Street hustle ghetto salary, grammatically perfect Now f** soundscan, my sound make your faculty nervous Selfish and worthless, placin' they faith in partisan churches And too self-righteous to look beyond the curses So I made it my purpose to purchase space in your brain And flood the f**in border with Peruvian c**aine! While they engineer diseases tryna leave you dead again Corporate strategy, the profit producing the medicine My flow is human evolution, savage to elegant Run up on a n***a, like a military regiment co*kin' the gat, lock and load, poppin a cap Making your stomach acid splatter out a hole in your back Cold on the track, the soul I hold is older than rap So I can the evil and sh**ty people across the map (hahahaa) You thought I wouldn't see you for the devil you are Fake muthaf**as turn around, tryna be stars Turn their back on those who used to be fam Over short money, type you get hustling grams f** outta here' And when your record label wanna hold your masters, publishing and manage your marketing budget its like... And when your peeps come home from prison, and can't get a job, then gotta do the same sh**, that was the same sh** that got them locked up in the first place its like... And we got our true promoters that put a f**in gun in a mixtape DJ's mouth just to get him to play a f**in record that you pressed up yourself and no one else is helping you with, its like.. Yeah.. The people are sh** (f** y'all)