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is the Invasion!
The Genius Green Lantern!
Technique, "The 3rd World"
(It's on now - ha ha, drop)
You ain't got the right to bear arms,
Sometimes you might have to brandish a firearm
(Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, shots)

[Chorus: Immortal
Lick shots, shots, lick shots
Lick for the revolution
Lick shots, shots, lick shots, lick shots
But watch, the fuck you shootin
Yo where you at? Where you aimin at?
Where the you niggaz aimin at?
Where you aimin at? you aimin at?
This is for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah

Technique]
Random one cop killa, has never been realer
Volume 2 up the president like a gorilla
New York police state tried to swallow me
Locked me longer than Puerto been a colony
Amendment slavery property
And now they signin that promote their philosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not
That's just the motherfuckers that own the publishin
And get the out, if you want the foreigners gone
I the White House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every time right we shower and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, symbolizes
But a holy war, is a with God
You bitch niggaz what you don't understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin man
Shootin other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right
and him colder than the prison in Russia
or America's white power
love to say "Fuck revolution!"
Until the jury comin and move for the
And them brothers act like a born-again Newton
Forgot the bullshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisely, through the - AND

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot you the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter
I'm through the city - dear God
If I murk the Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?)
told me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, to let him see a damn soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam
Gun pop off the mouth of Ann Coulter
This is my religion
See I aim with precision, point blank the
I'm black as ancient Egyptians
Before European went and changed the description
I'm for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain I'm pitchin (yea)
Listen, you dudes watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, look
wanna get rid of this conscious crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin
America care for its inner city youth - so I

XL]
Puerto superhero!
Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat
Cop murdered by the certain turned in the back of his sternum
He with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the of the truck with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I lick
stray bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us dead a jail cell
Turn us Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell
My temper 'bout to break like levees in New
Catch Jimmy Iovine he refinance his mortgages
Kid illusion is dead, we movin the blue and the red
Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his
Y'all lick shots like killers aimin at the Feds
Y'all lick shots like Jameson and Superhead
Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the benefits
Buried him on Venice Beach with the and the bees
Bzzzt - Chino, and Tech'
Kill shit like the Chinito at Virginia (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin
BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the off your fuckin Pumas!