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Jean Grae

"The Illest"

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
I burn my bridges with a blow torch
A rebel born from verbal holocaust
Dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off
Swiftest stealth assassin snipe you from balcony shots
A terrorist position, professional from the opera box
Rhyme documents infamous like the Bill of Rights
Illa tight, havin' niggas open like the thrill of dykes
Jean Grae, Yakuza mass murderer
Friends who got the dirt on her
Foes who never heard of her
Wild Style, my mouth bomb the train up
I spit Krylon in five colors, when I speak I spray my name up
Split your wig up like Denny Bruce
Splash your remains and brains out
On the street like Henny and juice
Noose your neck and loosen your spine from back
Shift your spleen, rip 'til it's just obscene
From downtown swingin' it, New York, illest who rip it
Ever, flow like a river, fuck your girl like a nigga, what

[Scratches]

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
I've been through hell and back, scars swell on my back
I spit bars, y'all spit repetitive raps
I'm a street dude who decided to rhyme, with lines that'll crack the disc between your mind and your spine
That's why y'all wanna bite my design
And that's why usually I hold the mic like a 9
Pistol-whip you on the side of your eye, watch it pop out
We knock out cats and wipe the floors with their rocks out
Shocked now? Like you drivin' in a lightning storm
With the top down, we got this locked down
Like convicts on the run, gettin' shot down for phone time
We gainin' yards in the whole nine
See, me and Tech, we steadily building
And we about to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building
And all them niggas get mad when we step in the building 'Cause we make the crowd jump
And hit they head on the ceiling, what

[Scratches]

[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia
Bury competition like Mesopotamia
Emanatin' radiation, pissin' liquid uranium
I bring the rock like European drunks in soccer stadiums
I'll split your cranium with perfect symmetry, lyrically
If you're not the illest, then you don't deserve to spit with me
OBS-obliterating bastards sacrilegiously
I sacrifice niggas who talk shit, ritualistically
Meticulously makin' all my rivals suicidal
Like white suburban kids on acid, readin' the Satanic Bible
My arrival is genocidal like Christopher Columbus
Exterminatin' races of wack MC's that walk among us
I've just begun to bust, I'll make this place open candela
These racist cops wanna lock me longer then Nelson Mandela
Pissed off, I'm makin' hella paper, East to West Coast
And I treat the law in this country like a motherfuckin' joke
'Cause if I'm willin' to smoke the President
While he's sniffin' his coke
You know it don't mean shit to me to cut a fuckin' cop's throat

[Outro: Immortal Technique]
Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do!
{Sh, sh, sh, shit on the whole industry}

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