Artist: Immortal Technique Album: Revolutionary Vol. 2 Song: Crossing the Boundary Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, email@example.com [Verse 1] I never make songs to disrespect woman or to judge people about the way that they're livin But the way I am is based on the life I was given like them white boys; "Losing My Religion" I used to be a Christian and a political pawn The Bible is right, and all your native culture is wrong Next thing you know you telling me 'bout making a song Come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong Pissed off cause reality is making us strong like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh making a bomb Aiyyo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is goin on? These rap niggaz made propaganda out of your song But it's The Gong Show, amateur night at the Apollo My dick is like my music, but harder to swallow So children follow me, like the Pied Piper And sing the chorus in the air with your blunt and your lighter (Sing that shit nigga, right now) [Chorus: repeat 2X] You played yourself, thinkin that you down with me I end your life nigga, don't fuck around with me And if you kids can't listen then you bound to see The way you get shot for crossin the boundary [Verse 2] The second verse is worse than the first in this respect Scripted specifically to keep people in check Harlem to Boston, real niggaz spit with me But Landspeed, you ain't fuckin shit to me And underground labels know that I don't trust you You only independent 'til you major, so fuck you And if you're pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue (hahaha) Dance with the devil, remember that you're not on my level Stupid you're not ready, I won The Cypher Bragging Rights and Rock Steady and practically, every battle that they got in New York And I'll still murder rappers on the street for sport Doctor Guillotine, cuttin you short little man But you don't give me props cause I never won at Scribble Jam? Well fuck you! I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew And fuck your family too, Technique said it bitch What the fuck you gon' do? [Chorus] (Yeah, wrap it up on these niggaz, wrap it up, yeah) [Verse 3] Immortal Technique incinerate degenerate fags Burn Trent Lott, wrapped in his confederate flag I got the Beretta, with my face wrapped in a rag So put the African slave juvelery in the bag Motherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is forever But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Medgar Evers? House niggaz get your head severed, tryin to be thug You don't concern me, I'm trying to hurt the people you love Word of mouth is I'm in the club bein sneaky I'm like the +Body Snatchers+ and your girl is gettin sleepy I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source Like the Roman legionaire that stabbed Christ on the cross This is about Judo, it ain't about Jesus And you shouldn't fuckin talk about telekenesis Nigga please, movin shit with your mind Try movin your moms out the projects with your rhymes And next time, I'm coming after 'cual quiera' Profanity, fuckin 'carajo maldita mierda' Roll up the yerba, y, pasala para la izquierda I put the price up to listen to me pop shit Cause I got Martha Stewart givin me stock tips Underground money with honies up in the whip Bang Bus dot com nigga, fuckin your bitch [Outro] Hahahahahaha! Yeah, you played yourself nigga Fuck all y'all! You don't know shit about me! Never open your mouth and discuss who the fuck I am I thought I told y'all niggaz on "Vol. 1" I wasn't fuckin around You just slept, cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden era when niggaz would buy ANYTHING on the shelf Those days are through, and you're through with them!