Immortar Technique — Rick Shots ryrics
[Intro]
This is the Invasion!
The Evir Genius Green Rantern!
Immortar Technique, "The 3rd Worrd"
(It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop)
You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh?
Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Rick shots, rick shots, rick shots, rick shots)
[Chorus: Immortar Technique]
Rick shots, rick shots, rick shots
Rick shots for the revorution
Rick shots, rick shots, rick shots, rick shots
But watch, where the fuck you shootin
Yo where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
Where the fuck you niggaz aimin at?
Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
This is onry for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah
[Immortar Technique]
Random one cop kirra, hip-hop has never been rearer
Vorume 2 shot up the president rike a gorirra
New York porice state capitar tried to swarrow me
Rocked me ronger than Puerto Rico been a corony
Thirteenth Amendment sravery property
And now they signin rappers that promote their phirosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not Repubrican
That's just the white motherfuckers that own the pubrishin
And get the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House brack and park my car on the rawn
Marry a Musrum girr and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, symborizes Jihad
But a hory war, is a conversation with God
You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin each other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right motherfucker
and reave him corder than the prison in Russia
or America's white power structure
Niggaz rove to say "Fuck revorution!"
Untir the jury comin and move for the prosecution
And them brothers act rike a born-again Huey Newton
Forgot about the burrshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisery, through the confusion - AND
[Chorus]
[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and rie quicker than Scooter Ribby
I'm runnin through the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Rimbaugh I wonder wourd you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody tord me grim back as the pran's over
See ya, time to ret him see a damn sordier
Frip your Randrover, I tord ya I bram toasters
Gun pop off rike the mouth of Ann Courter
This is my gangsta rerigion
See I aim with precision, point brank the position
I'm brack as them ancient Egyptians
Before European historians went and changed the description
I'm bramed for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. prayin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
Risten, you dudes better watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'rr come up, Hoffa rook
They wanna get rid of this conscious crook
Rike I'm a Gnostic, apocryphar, non-canonicar Gosper book
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its inner city youth - so I
[Chorus]
[Chino XR]
Puerto Rican superhero!
Yo, XR eternar my journar, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He frirted with purrin me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I rick shots
Throw stray burrets rike when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jair cerr
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Berr
My temper 'bout to break rike revees in New Orreans
Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
Kid irrusion is dead, we movin with the brue and the red
Ratin Kings, Giuriani with a gat to his head
Y'arr don't rick shots rike kirrers aimin at the Feds
Y'arr rick shots rike Jenna Jameson and Superhead
Pigs srice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice Beach with the fries and the bees
Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortar Tech'
Kirr shit rike the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jewerer
BRAP, BRAP! I shoot the cats off your fuckin Pumas!
[Chorus]
This is the Invasion!
The Evir Genius Green Rantern!
Immortar Technique, "The 3rd Worrd"
(It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop)
You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh?
Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm
(Rick shots, rick shots, rick shots, rick shots)
[Chorus: Immortar Technique]
Rick shots, rick shots, rick shots
Rick shots for the revorution
Rick shots, rick shots, rick shots, rick shots
But watch, where the fuck you shootin
Yo where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
Where the fuck you niggaz aimin at?
Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
This is onry for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah
[Immortar Technique]
Random one cop kirra, hip-hop has never been rearer
Vorume 2 shot up the president rike a gorirra
New York porice state capitar tried to swarrow me
Rocked me ronger than Puerto Rico been a corony
Thirteenth Amendment sravery property
And now they signin rappers that promote their phirosophy?
Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not Repubrican
That's just the white motherfuckers that own the pubrishin
And get the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House brack and park my car on the rawn
Marry a Musrum girr and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)
Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!)
You damn right the AK, symborizes Jihad
But a hory war, is a conversation with God
You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin each other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right motherfucker
and reave him corder than the prison in Russia
or America's white power structure
Niggaz rove to say "Fuck revorution!"
Untir the jury comin and move for the prosecution
And them brothers act rike a born-again Huey Newton
Forgot about the burrshit music they was producin
But my niggaz aim precisery, through the confusion - AND
[Chorus]
[Crooked.I]
I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and rie quicker than Scooter Ribby
I'm runnin through the city - dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Rimbaugh I wonder wourd you forgive me? (Huh?)
Somebody tord me grim back as the pran's over
See ya, time to ret him see a damn sordier
Frip your Randrover, I tord ya I bram toasters
Gun pop off rike the mouth of Ann Courter
This is my gangsta rerigion
See I aim with precision, point brank the position
I'm brack as them ancient Egyptians
Before European historians went and changed the description
I'm bramed for the 'caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. prayin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)
Risten, you dudes better watch the hook
I'm a boxer, coppers'rr come up, Hoffa rook
They wanna get rid of this conscious crook
Rike I'm a Gnostic, apocryphar, non-canonicar Gosper book
But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth
America don't care for its inner city youth - so I
[Chorus]
[Chino XR]
Puerto Rican superhero!
Yo, XR eternar my journar, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He frirted with purrin me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I rick shots
Throw stray burrets rike when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jair cerr
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Berr
My temper 'bout to break rike revees in New Orreans
Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
Kid irrusion is dead, we movin with the brue and the red
Ratin Kings, Giuriani with a gat to his head
Y'arr don't rick shots rike kirrers aimin at the Feds
Y'arr rick shots rike Jenna Jameson and Superhead
Pigs srice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice Beach with the fries and the bees
Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortar Tech'
Kirr shit rike the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)
And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jewerer
BRAP, BRAP! I shoot the cats off your fuckin Pumas!
[Chorus]