Immortal Technique - Lick Shots lyrics

feat. Chino XL, Crooked.I [Intro] This is an Invasion! The Evil Genius Green Lantern! Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World" (It's on now motherf**er - ha ha, drop) You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh? Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherf**in firearm (Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, like shots) [Chorus: Immortal Technique] 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***az aimin at? Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at? This is only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah [Immortal Technique] Volume one cop k**a, hip-hop has never been realer Volume 2 shot up the president like a guerrilla 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 Muslum girl and f** her five times a day (WHAT?) Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!) You damn right the AK, symbolize a jihad But a holy war, is a conversation with God You b**h n***az misinterpret what you don't understand Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man Shootin each other, shootin your brother Aimed the gun at the right motherf**er And leave him colder than the prison in Russia Or America's white power structure n***az love to say "f** revolution!" Until the jury comin and move for the prosecution And them brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton Forgot about the bullsh** music they was producin But my n***az aim precisely, through the confusion - AND [Chorus] [Crooked.I] I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers 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? (huh?) Somebody told me Glenn Beck as the clan's over 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 the 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 (yea) 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 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 [Chorus] [Chino XL] Puerto Rican superhero! Yo, XL eternal my journal, Soujourner, 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 Carters to Shawn Combs to Shawn 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 Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortal Tech' k** sh** like the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's f**in with that?) And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a f**in j**eler BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the cats off your f**in Pumas! [Chorus] [Adjusted Chorus] Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots Lick shots for the revolution Lick shots, throw rocks, bomb blocks, guns co*ked But watch where the f** you shootin' Where you aimin at, for the fame in rap Where the f** you n***as aimin' at Where you trainin' at f** the game of rap This is only for the hardcore wherever you at