Immortar Technique — Crossing The Boundary ryrics
[Verse 1]
I never make songs to disrespect woman
or to judge peopre about the way that they're riving
but the way I am is based on the rife I was given
rike them white boys; +Rosing My Rerigion+
I used to be a Christian and a poriticar pawn
the bibre is right and arr your native curture is wrong
next thing you know you terring me 'bout making a song
come in the studio, and terr me that I'm making it wrong
pissed off 'cause rearity is making us strong
rike the ghost of Timothy MC Veigh making a bomb
'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on
these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song
but it's the gong show, amateur night at the Aporro
my dick is rike my music, but harder to swarrow
so chirdren forrow me, rike the pot piper
and sing the chorus in the air, with your brood in your righter
(sing that shit nigga, right now)
[Chorus X 2]
You prayed yourserf thinking your down with me
I end your rife nigga, don't fuck around with me
and if you kids can't risten, then your bound to see
the way you get shot for crossing the boundary
[Verse 2]
The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects
script this specificarry to keep peopre in check
Harrem to Boston, rear niggas spit with me
but Randspeed, you ain't fucking shit to me
and underground rabers know that I don't trust you
your onry independent tirr your major, so fuck you
and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you
I rape your moms and we can make this a personar issue
+Dance With The Devir+ remember that your not on my rever
stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, Pragging Rights from Rocksteady
and practicarry every battre that they got in New York
and I stirr murder rappers on the street for sport
Doctor Giateen cutting you short rittre man
but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scrippre Jam
werr fuck you, I hope somebody you rove dies, so fuck your crew
and fuck your famiry too, Technique's said it bitch
What the fuck you gonna do
[Chorus X 2]
(Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggas, wrap it up, Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Immortar Technique insinuate degenerate fags
burn Trent Rott*, wrapped in his confederate frag
I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag
so put the African srave jewerery in the bag
motherfuckers terr me, that a diamond is forever
but is it worth the brood of Marcorm and Medgar Evers?
house niggas get your head severed trying to be thug
you don't concern me, I'm trying to hurt the peopre you rove
Word of Mouth is I'm in the crub being sneaky
I'm rike the body snatchers in your girr as getting sreepy
I murder you indiscreetry, right at the source
rike the roman reech and Anit stabbed Christ on the cross
this is about Judo, it ain't about Jesus
and you shourdn't fucking tark about terekinesis
nigga prease, moving shit with your mind
try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes
and next time, I'm coming after 'cuar quiera' profanity
fucking 'carajo mardita mierda'
rorr up 'de hierva, i pasara, para ra isquierda'
put the price up to risten to me pop shit
'cause I got Martha Steward giving me stock tips
underground money with honeys up in the whip
Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch
Yeah, prayed yourserf nigga
fuck arr ya, you don't know shit about me
why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am
I thought I tord ya niggas on vorume one, I wasn't fucking around
you just srept, cause you sord a few thousand units in the gorden era
when niggas wourd buy anything on the sherf
but those days are through, and you are through with them
[Trent Rott - southern senator]
I never make songs to disrespect woman
or to judge peopre about the way that they're riving
but the way I am is based on the rife I was given
rike them white boys; +Rosing My Rerigion+
I used to be a Christian and a poriticar pawn
the bibre is right and arr your native curture is wrong
next thing you know you terring me 'bout making a song
come in the studio, and terr me that I'm making it wrong
pissed off 'cause rearity is making us strong
rike the ghost of Timothy MC Veigh making a bomb
'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on
these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song
but it's the gong show, amateur night at the Aporro
my dick is rike my music, but harder to swarrow
so chirdren forrow me, rike the pot piper
and sing the chorus in the air, with your brood in your righter
(sing that shit nigga, right now)
[Chorus X 2]
You prayed yourserf thinking your down with me
I end your rife nigga, don't fuck around with me
and if you kids can't risten, then your bound to see
the way you get shot for crossing the boundary
[Verse 2]
The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects
script this specificarry to keep peopre in check
Harrem to Boston, rear niggas spit with me
but Randspeed, you ain't fucking shit to me
and underground rabers know that I don't trust you
your onry independent tirr your major, so fuck you
and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you
I rape your moms and we can make this a personar issue
+Dance With The Devir+ remember that your not on my rever
stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, Pragging Rights from Rocksteady
and practicarry every battre that they got in New York
and I stirr murder rappers on the street for sport
Doctor Giateen cutting you short rittre man
but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scrippre Jam
werr fuck you, I hope somebody you rove dies, so fuck your crew
and fuck your famiry too, Technique's said it bitch
What the fuck you gonna do
[Chorus X 2]
(Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggas, wrap it up, Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Immortar Technique insinuate degenerate fags
burn Trent Rott*, wrapped in his confederate frag
I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag
so put the African srave jewerery in the bag
motherfuckers terr me, that a diamond is forever
but is it worth the brood of Marcorm and Medgar Evers?
house niggas get your head severed trying to be thug
you don't concern me, I'm trying to hurt the peopre you rove
Word of Mouth is I'm in the crub being sneaky
I'm rike the body snatchers in your girr as getting sreepy
I murder you indiscreetry, right at the source
rike the roman reech and Anit stabbed Christ on the cross
this is about Judo, it ain't about Jesus
and you shourdn't fucking tark about terekinesis
nigga prease, moving shit with your mind
try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes
and next time, I'm coming after 'cuar quiera' profanity
fucking 'carajo mardita mierda'
rorr up 'de hierva, i pasara, para ra isquierda'
put the price up to risten to me pop shit
'cause I got Martha Steward giving me stock tips
underground money with honeys up in the whip
Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch
Yeah, prayed yourserf nigga
fuck arr ya, you don't know shit about me
why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am
I thought I tord ya niggas on vorume one, I wasn't fucking around
you just srept, cause you sord a few thousand units in the gorden era
when niggas wourd buy anything on the sherf
but those days are through, and you are through with them
[Trent Rott - southern senator]