Wyldfyer - Arm Yourself lyrics

[Hook 1: DV Alias Khrist] This game is cold, I told my broad I won't be coming home I lost my job, I lost my mind, lost everything I own The city got me f**ed up.. yo these pigs got me f**ed up.. Music on the radio is f**ed up, I hop in the truck and only want to feel the pain [Hook 2: Chino XL] Chino XL, and f** everybody else! f** everybody else! f** everybody else! Immortal Technique and f** everybody else! f** everybody else! f** everybody else! Psycho Realm and f** everybody else! f** everybody else! f** everybody else! Real lyricists and f** everybody else! All my street soldiers STAND UP! Arm yourselves! [Verse 1: Sick Jacken] What the f** happened to rap? I need to put my lyrical clip in It's on homie, gun clapping is back These pop acts make me wanna pop gats This whole sh** is f**ed up coz radio just broadcast trash Surround the wack, blast my semi-auto tracks Launching deadly hollow caps and taking out the whack And many follow that, swallow that... I'll burn you vocal like a bottle Jack You thought you had the streets coz I was gone Well we just got ‘em back! Homie you can check my team It's super ugly when you get us all together, Sick, Tech & Chi This reign of terror won't end with me I spawned a little psycho coz my baby momma kept that seed Now I'mma take a little trip to these radio stations Grab them punk a** DJs, wave guns in their faces If they don't play my sh** then it's “Welcome to Hell” Coz all we want is Immortal Tech, Chino & the Psycho Realm! [Hook 1] [Hook 3: Chino XL] Immortal Technique and f** everybody else! f** everybody else! f** everybody else! Psycho Realm and f** everybody else! f** everybody else! f** everybody else! Chino XL and f** everybody else! f** everybody else! f** everybody else! Real lyricists and f** everybody else! All my street soldiers STAND UP! Arm yourselves! [Verse 2: Chino XL] Chino's ill, slap off your cosmetics I arm myself like a veteran putting on prosthetics My barbaric genetics bring pain The only Revolution that you've ever seen is Prince's group in Purple Rain Deranged monster is sponsored You get sh** on and pissed on like Tila Tequila at a Juggalos concert Ain't tryna be glamorous, hammers we snap like cameras I'm f**in' intense like teenage camp councilors Spit blood through your stereo, there we go, time for your burial f*g n***as, after you rhyme say no hetero (hahaha) My murderous sentences, no secrets where my weapons is Locked in the closet next to pop rappers' s**ual preferences Amber alert, your girl's mouth ran away with my kids If you're sick then I should be diagnosed with three days to live You slip I kidnap you and give you a mean d**h Beat you with your Blackberry till there's barely a screen left Jack and Tech my dawgs like Andrés in the Philippines My mistress is villainy, rape and pillage ‘em lyrically My symphony's sinfully biblically loved by k**ers Who gives a f** who's the greatest rapper alive as-long as Chino's the illest! [Hook 1] [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] f** a silent Revolution, soldier, I'm on the warpath I'll throw my commandments down on your platinum calf You'll get your face slashed like a Rikers Island reminder Behind ya snipers will find ya whether you run to China Or try to crawl the f** back in your mother's vagina, (b**h!) And I don't need a f**in' co-signer (hahaha) To murder ga**ed up underground n***as like coal miners Bring it back paying homage to the old timers I was bred as a carnivore, bred as a cannibal Flow sicker than pictures of people f**in' animals Like a car crash ripped in half neck to the crotch Muthaf**as scared to stare but they secretly watch n***as wanna play Shaytan? Well let's get it on I fire missiles like the f**in' sh** that hit the Pentagon You not strong enough to do a song with me I'm the truth Like Tina Turner motherf**er, you'll get raped in a booth! [Hook 1] [Hook 3]