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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 to bear arms, huh?
you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Lick shots, lick shots, shots, lick shots)

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

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

[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker Scooter Libby
I'm runnin through the city - God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann
This is my religion
See I aim with precision, blank the position
I'm as them ancient Egyptians
European historians went and changed the description
I'm blamed for the in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm (yea)
Listen, you dudes better watch the
I'm a boxer, come up, Hoffa look
They get rid of this conscious crook
Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical book
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the truth
America don't care for its inner youth - so I

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