Immortal Technique diabolical Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, you mother f___ers thought it was over, huh
Well its not, you didn't count on a fallen angel
getting back into the grace of God and coming after you
Ya'll n____z ain't s___
Your producers ain't s___
Your f___ing A & R ain't s___
I'll f___ing wipe my a__ with your demo deal
Yo Diabolic, take this mother f___er's head off

[Diabolic]
Go ahead and grip glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what ya'll fathom
I s___ on cats and jaw tap ‘em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced o_____
Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten b____ suck my friend's d___
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
This f___ing a p____'s face, holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin'
f__got, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

[Technique]
You mother f___ers are nothing
You cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet hunting you down cuz I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique will destroy your religion you stupid b____
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm bout to blow up like Nasa Challenger computer chips
a___nic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time itself, I'm gunna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you, f___ using a chrome piece
I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissin' me
And then ill use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This public democracy, brain washed your psychology
So you're nothing like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more f__gots than Greek mythology
Using numerology, to count the people I sent to Heaven
Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7
You're like Kevin s___ey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you not a mother f___ing thug yet
Your mind is empty and s___ious
Like the part of the brain the appreciated culture in a racist
Face it, you too basic, you're never gunna make it
Like children walking through Antarctica, b___ naked

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