Crossing The Boundary

歌詞

DANGER! BEAT BANDITS, NIGGA! Yeah...Harlem to Chicago to LA..To Toronto...Philly...Motherfucker Rio de Janeiro nigga...Capetown, South Africa! I never make songs to disrespect women Or to judge people, about the way that they living 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 a studio and tell me that I'm making it wrong Pissed off cause reality is making it strong Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh making a bomb Hey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on? These rap niggas making 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 lighter You played yourself thinking you down with me I'll 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 crossing the boundary The second verse is worse than the first in this respect Scripted specifically to keep people in check Harlem to Boston real niggas spit with me But Landspeed you ain't fucking shit to me And underground labels know that I don't trust you And you only independent till you major so fuck you And if you pissed off cause you think that I dissed you I'll rape your mom so we can make this a personal issue Dance with the devil Remember that you're not on my level Stupid you're not ready; I won decipher Bragging Rights and Rock Steady And practically every battle that they got in New York And I still murder rappers on the streets for sport Dr. Guillotine, cutting you short, little man But you don't give me props cause I never won at Scribble Jam? Well fuck you, I hope someone you love dies so fuck your crew And fuck your family too Technique said it bitch, what the fuck you gonna do? You played yourself thinking you down with me I'll 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 crossing the boundary 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 jewelry in the bag Motherfuckers tell me that a diamond is forever But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Medgar Evers? House niggas get your head severed trying 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 being sneaky I'm like the bodysnatchers and your girl is getting sleepy I'll murder you, indiscreetly, right at the source Like the Roman legionare that stabbed Christ on the cross This about Judo It ain't about Jesus And you shouldn't fucking talk about telekinesis Nigga please; moving shit with your mind? Try moving your mom out the projects with your rhymes And next time: I'm coming after cual quiera (what you want) Profanity, fuck it carajo maldita mierda (fucking damn shit) Roll up the hierba, y pasa la para izquierda (weed, and pass it to the left) Put the price up to listen to listen to meek pop shit Cause I got Martha Stewart giving me stock tips Underground money with honeys up in the whip Yeah...played yourself, nigga. Fuck all ya'll. You don't know shit about me, don't ever open your mouth and discuss who the fuck I am. I thought I told ya'll niggas on Vol. 1, I wasn't fucking around, and you just slept, because you sold a few thousand units in the Golden era, when niggas'll buy anything on the shelf. Those days are through, and you're through with them.