Do Yourself a Favor...

[29 Sep 2005 | Thursday] 

Look, I'm not a huge rap guy. Most of the stuff that's realeased tends to be the same empty crap that's been coming out for the past decade or two. Lots of talk about my bitches and makin' the cash. It's all tiresome, tedious crap from the same group of talentless hacks who are obviously so amalgamated into the system that they don't realize that all they are are consumer whores wating to be bankrupt and that this is the fleeting lifestyle that they teach day in and day out. It's a lot of crap. I hate it.... but I don't hate this. I love this. These guys... well, they're fucking brilliant. Listen to 'em if you like rap and hip hop. Do yourself and favor and get into the real artform that rap coulda been had the music industry not been in charge. Atmosphere The Woman with the Tatooed Hands I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands she was forty three years old and as far as I know had never yet been with a man its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful but its the way that she interacted she was aggressively passive to the point where she would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her on the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl she claimed it is what God resembled but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female and this one she explained looked like the devil I remember once watching her touch her own breasts how the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach as if anticipating would they be allowed to caress the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger (sweet flower) now maybe I was high but it felt so right heaven and hell both take to this womans womb it didn't make sense how she could commence touching herself with me wide awake in the same room now if I've learned anything in my years (my years) I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise) but what happened next damn near stole my tears the tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands and showed me why she never took some time with a man they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving and I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer to understanding more about what intrigues me most I didn't get turned on I just got turned I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned for each one of em I've hurt and every time I've been burned I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can about Woman taking in all she can and for as long as I breath i'll save a seat in my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands There's good and evil in each individual fire identifies needs and feeds our desires as long as we keep our spirit inspired she can bite her bottom lip all she wants Murs 3:16 Got Damned? So many... so many, so many questions So many... so many, so many questions One of a kind so there's nobody like me And I guess thats the reason that nobody likes me Or is it that I don't like anybody else? Can't quite figure it out so I keep to myself Too street for the sheltered, underground fan Too intelligent for play on your FM band So I thought to crossover, but I left them plans My resolve's to do me and do the best I can And yes I am, aware that most of my fans are white But I'm love em all, scope em, and open 'em when I write Some may chastize, from the side, crack jokes Say I'm not black cus I rep with white folks MAN PLEASE! I hear the hate in your voice when you say it So I'ma keep makin music for whoever wants to play it If I dont go gold, then my people say I flopped But if I go triple platnum, I'm not Hip-Hop So I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't Make my dreams come true, my team come through Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't Make my dreams come true, my team come through Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you So many... so many, so many questions So many... so many, so many questions Man! Motherfuckers always be comin up to me, you know Askin me how come I dont kick no rhymes for the struggle Or no conscience, revolutionary raps man... Look; I'm not your average rapper talkin shit about the government Its not that I'm lovin it; it's where I live They tried to bomb the place where I wanna raise my kids I dont know what everybody seems to think this is It ain't a game, ther is no reign, they want America crushed If you don't like Bush, you still dyin with us And trust I haven't forgotten bout the schemes they been plottin On my people for centuries, I know that eventually we'll be on top So what they fightin overseas? Hell, they fightin on my block! The black sheep of America's family. We are the flock Gettin lead to the slaughter Have to work twice as hard to keep our heads above water And god forbid we start to rise through positive means They'll send out a whole black operative team Everytime a black leader steps up, he gets trampled Do I start makin speeches or just lead by example? I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't Make my dreams come true, my team come through Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't Make my dreams come true, my team come through Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you So many... so many, so many questions So many... so many, so many questions So many questions. So what man? You hangin with El? You signed to Def Jux? How much you get for your advance man? Off this album right here I probably won't see royalties for 2 years But shit I'm a straight up hustler! Aint nothin queer in this Oops! I shouldnt've said that cause it disses on my publicist I dont give a fuck! Cuz this is one man's view And with this mic I'ma show what one man can do I'ma hustler motherfucker like this world has never seen Could sell Chloroform to a room of Evergreens Toured around the globe with my legendary team So I shouldnt have to beg to get a G a show 500 people pay ten bucks, then where does it go? In the fucking promoter's pocket?!!? That aint how its supposed to be Nobody paid to see him; they paid to see me! I'm not a full-of-myself, arrogant emcee I'm only askin for a fifth, a measly 20 percent. Im not tryin to get over, I'm just tryin to pay rent! Right now I wanna thank ya'll for lettin me vent And I'ma catch ya next show at the bar gettin bent Notice I put my heart in every word I meant Presentin it to y'all with the sincerest intent... Thank you Immortal Technique The Prophecy So you're the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique. What the fuck make you so special nigga? Huh... what the fuck do you do? I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy Discovering atrocities worst than Aristotle Subjecting children to sodomy Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like telome The truth about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery Unpredictable results like experimental psychology I stomp the streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy Searching for monogamy And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games Walked the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames Battle the beast and false prophet predicted in the King James I give a fuck about your emcee name I don't admire you Only by dental records will you be identifiable Cause the future is not reliable Remember when rap was not economically viable Comparable to what motherfuckers think of me I might be nobody but wait till I'm together like a symphony Resounding sound that will continue infinitely Angel of death punishing all those who live in infamy And shine so far away from you You'll never get a glimpse of me Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me none Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun A victory against Immortal Technique will never be done Just degrees of losing it every second your adding one Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic Then a basement full of scientists puffing on chronic Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the demonic Screaming like onyx is of absolutely no consequence The poison is dense enough to clog up your arteries Mercy is not a part of me I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally murdering me Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside The blood stream of my people And redemption is not located under a church steeple The feeble and the meek in soul just like the technique Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be weak Mother earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique The year three thousand is bleak no happily ever after Just death following the forth right disaster, a legacy of bastards With plastic explosives your futures been eroded Cause you forgot that when your free it's multiplied indefinitely By the struggle that be the struggle I see To socialistically united the third world countries Expose hypocrisy in Americas democracy Sloppily obsessed with stopping me cause I speak prophecy Trample and dismantle your capitalist philosophy The same way I stomp the conquering rap monopoly And I'm not a fucking prophet But that's the fucking prophecy