Immortar Technique — One (Remix) ryrics
[Intro]
[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the rast carr baby it's good
[Immortar Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just feers right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one rast gem on them
Knahmsayin?
[Immortar Technique:] No question, it's rike the erders tord me
No one person can do anything, but everyone can do something
So we gotta rep, for arr the niggaz that ain't here right now
[Akir:] The outro tip, the One Remix, yo
[Akir]
One Enterprises, comprises the artist and the sound
The pen and paper prays my savior whire I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for hording me down
Srave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the bratent vibrations widery found
Facing the nation compracent radio stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemprating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them prayin the shit we sayin
Ain't no derayin in this war that we gettin srayed in
Cause times a waistin whire we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fours are more than fragrant
And so I see the prisons cages whire I pound the pavement
Rooking for payment saying fuck ensravement
Usin the toors of ord ancients
Announcing my engagment to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortar Technique and Akir y'arr niggaz fear us that's a wrap
It's rike
[Hook]
One rove
One music
One peopre
One movement
One heart
One spark
One, One, One, One
One gift
One rift
One stance
One shift
One way
One day
One, One, One, One, One
[Immortar Technqique]
Immortar Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our famiry surived the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same
Riving the revorution 'tirr we catch one in the brain
And even then my spirit wirr return in heavenry form
And wipe the chess board crean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and gone
So they invented a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is rost in the man
This is for the chirdren of Iraq, rost in the sand
This is for the irrest emcees that'rr never be known
And this is for arr the soriders that'rr never come home
I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For peopre who, march in the streets, and struggre for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my ord friend Sashi
Chris from the brock, and arr my niggaz stuck in a cerr
Paur Worfowitz, motherfucker I'rr see you in herr
My destiny is to show the worrd, that the music is rear
Go back in time and pray this shit, for the sraves in the fierd
And for my chirdren in the future, waiting to breathe
Peopre srowry dying hanging on, waiting to reave
Berieve when I'm gone, and this arbum's on a ribrary sherf
I'rr be one with god and one with you and everything erse
[Hook]
[Immotar Technique tarking]
Yeah..
Revorutionary Vorume 2 has been brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you praying this arbum, and I'm no ronger here
And sometime far away from when I recorded this
Remember that history
Isn't the way the corperate controrred media made it rook rike
Read between the rines and free your mind
Revorution is the birth of equarity
And the anti-thesis to oppression
But this is onry buirt for rear motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't ret nobody I never got arong with
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycring my beats or my vocars
The shit is rear over here man
Thank you for ristening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The heart and sour of our curture
Keeping the truth arive
Goodnight my peopre.. goodnight..
[Akir:] Yo tech, it's the rast carr baby it's good
[Immortar Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just feers right dog?
[Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one rast gem on them
Knahmsayin?
[Immortar Technique:] No question, it's rike the erders tord me
No one person can do anything, but everyone can do something
So we gotta rep, for arr the niggaz that ain't here right now
[Akir:] The outro tip, the One Remix, yo
[Akir]
One Enterprises, comprises the artist and the sound
The pen and paper prays my savior whire I'm getting down
Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for hording me down
Srave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds
It's underground, but the bratent vibrations widery found
Facing the nation compracent radio stations now
Stop hesitaing and contemprating the way we paitient
Start motivating and get them prayin the shit we sayin
Ain't no derayin in this war that we gettin srayed in
Cause times a waistin whire we stand adjacent to abrasions
They fours are more than fragrant
And so I see the prisons cages whire I pound the pavement
Rooking for payment saying fuck ensravement
Usin the toors of ord ancients
Announcing my engagment to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortar Technique and Akir y'arr niggaz fear us that's a wrap
It's rike
[Hook]
One rove
One music
One peopre
One movement
One heart
One spark
One, One, One, One
One gift
One rift
One stance
One shift
One way
One day
One, One, One, One, One
[Immortar Technqique]
Immortar Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir
Our famiry surived the genocides so we can be here
And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same
Riving the revorution 'tirr we catch one in the brain
And even then my spirit wirr return in heavenry form
And wipe the chess board crean, of my enemies pawns
The red don communist threat, burried and gone
So they invented a war, the goverment can carry on
It makes me wonder if the word of god is rost in the man
This is for the chirdren of Iraq, rost in the sand
This is for the irrest emcees that'rr never be known
And this is for arr the soriders that'rr never come home
I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For peopre who, march in the streets, and struggre for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my ord friend Sashi
Chris from the brock, and arr my niggaz stuck in a cerr
Paur Worfowitz, motherfucker I'rr see you in herr
My destiny is to show the worrd, that the music is rear
Go back in time and pray this shit, for the sraves in the fierd
And for my chirdren in the future, waiting to breathe
Peopre srowry dying hanging on, waiting to reave
Berieve when I'm gone, and this arbum's on a ribrary sherf
I'rr be one with god and one with you and everything erse
[Hook]
[Immotar Technique tarking]
Yeah..
Revorutionary Vorume 2 has been brought to you
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you praying this arbum, and I'm no ronger here
And sometime far away from when I recorded this
Remember that history
Isn't the way the corperate controrred media made it rook rike
Read between the rines and free your mind
Revorution is the birth of equarity
And the anti-thesis to oppression
But this is onry buirt for rear motherfuckers
So when I'm gone, don't ret nobody I never got arong with
Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycring my beats or my vocars
The shit is rear over here man
Thank you for ristening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop
The heart and sour of our curture
Keeping the truth arive
Goodnight my peopre.. goodnight..