[Hook: Bazaar Royale]
I see angels above me
Demons below me
Fighting over heaven, heaven, heaven
It’s real

[Verse 1: stic.man]
America’s nightmare; young, black, and just don’t give a fuck
Run up in the courtroom and wet ‘em up
Got nothing to lose but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay down or stand up
It’s war time, everything is fair, no fear
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I don’t care
Fuck ‘em, he deserved it, long as the homie get away
And don’t get caught for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin’ for the villain in black
Pourin’ out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin’ back
In self defense we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created created a monster
And now you scared cause it’s coming back to haunt you

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
I’m like the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn’t matter whose missiles can shoot the farthest
When you’re a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters combat over corrupted elections
Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the gold and the conductor’s connection
And ignorance is the prison that the people are kept in
The military ain’t there for the people’s protection
They’re just there to protect an investment
That’s why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested with those tired of protestin’
Traumatized children grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations pale in comparison
And you will learn a lesson repeated through history
That no matter what you think, occupation is not victory

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: M-1]
Since we gonna take the blame, I’m a rep my name to get my aim right
Let’s have an overthrow and after party in the same night
Same height as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the news about your sergeant and your captain
Don’t take this as a warning, just another nigga rappin’
Fuck the way we organizing, the training and the grapplin’
And them Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them
And you sympathizers with your middle class reactions
Cause we bangin’ on the system, G’d up, the factions
And if you didn’t know, the G was for George Jackson
And long live his warrior spirit packin’ the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin’ niggas be blackin’
When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start braggin’
Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

Duration : 0:4:13

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One of the finest tracks off Tech N9ne’s newest album “KOD!”

LYRICS:
Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~]
I’m a nice guy
My lifes a light sky
So Much love I might cry
Not! Nice Try
I’m an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
G.A.Z.E. in my E.Y.E’Z and you might die
I’m a horn dog, gotta lotta of the yall
Warned yall, I was straight born raw like Ornthall
But I’m way worse because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit
And a orange ball in his mouth
I had some foreign bra’s in his house
How did they get twisted and torn claws when in bout
Nine inches then I stuffed dorn draws in his couch
For now I let em suffer in the morn. all then its ouch
I have a devils haircut in my mind
That’s why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes,
I’m so don’t ignore me if your semi-fine
Me and Gordy, Prozak love orgies and we in our prime and we

[Chorus:]
Can’t hide the (horns)
And I must hide the (horns)
I live with the (horns)
So I die with the (horns)
If you with the (horns)
Then you get the (horns)
So if you want the (horns)
Then I’ll give you the (horns)
(Repeat)

[Verse 2: ~Prozak~]
Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie
Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck’s symphony, with a sin for me
Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
And hatred engulfs my sensories like hallow screams from penitentiaries
This perpetuus cycle of depression intention remains bottomless
Even my psychologist said suicide may be the only option out of this
And while the name prozak and insane seem to sustain synonyms
One half of me wants to engage in the fame while the other half subsides monogamously
A vigilantly that sends deadly packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs to the depths of hell
I warned you, you were for warned, now witness like horns unveiled
I’m taking you on a ride so grab those safety belts and fasten ‘em
Through the screams of tortured souls and eternal flames crackling
Refusing to reap what you sow and wanna stop this all from happening
This madness will continue until all of strange’ goes platinum

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3: ~King Gordy~]
I’m in the Desert sands of Bethlehem
Trying to get Jesus to get Mary in the manger,
And molest a lamb!
Don’t jerk yourself off Jesus, use someone elses hands,
So where’s those disciples,
He’d like to have some sex again!
I guess Young Peter’s receiving,
Cuz Jesus his ass.
Christ is an effin’ fag,
He likes to dress in drag.
But hey I guess his Dad is just as mad,
God woulda never had a sissy for a son,
Bet he’s regrettin’ that!
But yet we still ain’t accept the fact,
That he’s fuckin’ his mother,
And at the Last Supper, he confesses that.
He’s an undercover, Male-Lover,
And oh yeah, Heaven’s wack!
He don’t want the Light,
Now I got Christ wearin’ black!
See, I’m the Devil on his shoulder,
Yeah I’m that scary fat demon,
That’ll turn all you hethens into scaredy cats.
King Gordy, the ANTI-Christ, God Killer (no you)
Before and AFTER Christ, I’m called a Sinner,
Muthafucker!

Duration : 0:4:0

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Immortal Technique – The Martyr – Angels & Demons (feat. Dead Prez & Bazaar Royale)

Produced by Dj GreenLantern

LYRICS
Mitch Leary: I see you. I see you standing over the grave of another dead president.

[Hook - Bazaar Royale]

[Verse 1- Dead Prez (stick.man)]
Americas nightmare youung black and just dont give a fuck
Run up in a court room and wet em up
Got nothing to lose but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay down or stand up
Its war time everything is fair no fear
When they said the homie murdered the judge i dont care
Fuck him, he deserved it
Long as the homie get away and dont get cought for the crime
I encourage it
We rootin for the villian in black pourin out our salutes
Niggas is shooting back
In self defence we bang the pistols like larry davis or brian nickles
Every pig every public offical
The boomerang is coming back to get you
You reap what you sow didnt you
The system we created created a monster
And now you scared cus its coming back to haunt ya

[Hook - Bazaar Royale] x2

[Verse 2 Dead Prez (M1)]
Since we gonna take the blame
Imma rep my name to get my aim right
Lets have a overthrow and afterparty in the same night
Same height as Huey same muscle build as malcom
With the same curcumstanes in the hood you know the outcome
And read it in the news about the seargents and the captins
Dont take this as a warning just another nigga rapping
Fuck the way we organizing the training and the grapling
And the uncle toms who call police because we smacked em
And you sympathisers with your middle class reactions
Cus we banging on the system G’ed up the factions
And if you didnt know the G was for George Jackson
And long live his warriors spirit packin a magnum
Watching over the soldiers knowing niggas be blackin
When we really need to be discaplined in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start braggin
Until then inside the blood in my eye, you see the dragon

[Hook - Bazaar Royale] x2

[Verse 3 - Immortal Technqiue]
Im like the birth of baby muhammad
The movement i started could spar with the hardest
A martyr regarded as spartic dishearted
It doesnt matter whoes missiles can shoot the farthest
When you’re a target in an afgan totenberg forest?
Close quarters combat over corrupted ellections
Bilderberg is like cancer it grows an infection
Nepotism is the golden conducters connection?
And ignorance is the prision that the people are kept in
The military aint there for the peoples protection
They’re just there to protect an investment
Thats why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested with those tired of protesting
Traumatized children grown in guerilla garrisons
911 generations pale in comparision
And you will learn a lesson repeated through history
That no matter what you think occupation is not victory

[Hook - Bazaar Royale] x2

Immortal Technique:
Somalia, Kashmir, Nigeria, Palestine, Iraq bring it back.

Duration : 0:4:54

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SONG IS OFF “INSIDE THE WRITER’S MIND’ MIXTAPE. DOWNLOAD HERE

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LYRICS
Hook:
Hey put your hands up
Get your cash and your stacks and your grams up
Hey get it back up
Tell them take a hike cant match up
And now im on my grind i tell you what its gonna be
Yea i gotta do it big so these haters gonna see
That im all about that work im all about that hustle
One time for the haters they can never get enough so

Verse:
I had a vision i would make it too the top
Then i hit yall with the platinum now im waiting for the drop
And so paciently i watch all these lames that take my spot
But they never see it coming till its too late like Pacients got
I got a couple friends even more enemies
If you dont support the dream, naw you aint a friend of me
I got cows in frenzies how the beef is always peering E
Thousands sitting down musical cheers but i aint near a sear
Im the last man standing do i dare to speak?
Fearing that i say will just offend beliefs
If i hurt you ease know it aint on purpose see
Im just tryna get ahead so tell me who gon work they knees
Twerk team please if you gonna shake it then undress lets see
Cause if you disrespecting you please enter the industry
Instantly hated cause im blatant that means im indescrete
If theres something on my mind believe thats what im finna speak

Hook

Verse 2:
I make a dollar from a nickle
Cause change is not an option if its little
And faith is not the answer if its brittle
The way you strive can take your life and spin it into new directions
New dimensions the food you chew will choose digestion
You reap what you sow you are what you eat
And if you eating what the feeding then you part of the beast
But me im starving them the truth is what im harvesting
Food for thought it only cost you 2 cents so tell me if you bargaining
See im moving farther than
Any of these lawyers or these talkers with they nonsense
See the conscience has departed them
I just stand along with them
The soldier whose disarming them
My lyrics are choppers killing opposition like army men
I just fix the scope up
Ammunition load up
Shots fired on my Wiz Khalifa when i roll up
When they here it yea you know they gon duck
All of them paper thin watching these cowards fold up

Hook

Duration : 0:3:48

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Another one, 3rd verse= syllables, let me know whatchu think
Instrumental- Am I a Psycho- Tech N9ne

LYRICS
VERSE 1
I focus the tip, of my pencil to open the gift, that’s holding within, all my hopes and potions of bliss
I shattered (shat on) my past, ultimately broke it to bits, and threw it down, left it soaking in an ocean of piss
All in all I guess I’m saying that I’m growing a dick, spitting the dopest of shit, because my flowing is sick
And evading my errors only while my notions exist, are you scoping my drift? I’m saying that the flows that I spit
Have fallen in a golden abyss, with coals that are lit, providing for the cold I dismiss
Eventually evaporate it till it floats in the mist, I keep it raw, like some bread, until I toast in this bitch

CHORUS
Unleashing it raw, that’s why I’m so decietful with y’all
My peak is your fall, the correlation speaks for us all
These beats I will brawl, until I see you eager to crawl
And cleats are installed, to stomp you, till you bleed from the jaw
Screw the gossip and the doubt, clash a knee to your balls
Murder tracks, so I guess I don’t agree with the law
Say I’m bad, I won’t make it, can’t acheive, it’s your call
Just remember in the end, cuz you reap what you sow

VERSE 2
I let go of my past, like Seann Scott in Mr. Woodcock, my bombs drop everytime I pull lyrical onslaughts
Sure I went wrong, but last on Antithetic, that’s some bullshit, pathetic, fatties, get all your rhymes inspected
And minds connected, cuz obviously I outshined your best shit, to the point that it was natural when I just jot it reckless
But i won’t bother, i’d rather leave it the way i left it, then have the chop your blubbers and feed it to my breeded headless
…llama… I’d rather see myself get starved to death, than be a part of them, the beef is done, but i’ll restart again
So take your largest breath, and even guard your neck, depart the meth, so I can settle emotions, like hungry toddlers fed
I stick with the hustle and tussles to grind my way to the best production
So keep with your donuts, so you can just find your self with a breast- reduction
You losers suck, I wham out your TEETH, to variant very-ends sides
Arrive in the middle’f the night, so scary, dressed in a FAIRY disguize

Chorus

VERSE 3
Strapped up a diabolical syllibus right to the dire follicle area, of my hierarchical psyche
I take a hikey, for a mile walk and arrange a silent plot to obtain and retain my inner-light beam
So restrain and refrain to go like me, add fire to the fuel, got a desire to reside in my room
A methodical fool, with a possible irresponsible school, got a find a way to respond to the audience boos
So I take a positive tool, like Justin Bieber and toss him at you, the problem in school’s not that im not
with a popular group, it’s just that my hobby improved, but nobody’s bothering to, take a listen
It’s so obvious they’re rocking the new, mainstream, bopping it too, what an awful disgrace they’re offering you
Its so impossible the way that i’m rocking the tune, and the micophone too, with no abominable, spots to ensue
Education cannot be pursued, I will not go and argue with you, but the prophet is true, real rhymes are what I gotta spew

Chorus

Duration : 0:3:33

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