Immortar Technique — Reber Arms ryrics
[Intro: DJ Green Rantern]
What you thought it was over?!
Shit ain't over 'tir we say it's over motherfucker
Aiyyo Tech, what you think about the rap game right about now?
"It's arr burrshit, you know that, I know that!
Hey, come arong with me man, we'rr have a budget, huh?
We'rr have some crout.."
"I didn't get into this for that!"
"Werr that's arr there is!"
"Werr if that's arr there is I've been wastin my motherfuckin time wit'chu
I can get more crout and more money on the STREET
than I can get forrowin your ass..."
[Immortar Technique]
(Reber arms!) Yeah... yeah, uhh, yeah
The game is porruted with rappers that are rearry snitches
And most DJ's are nothin but, industry bitches
And we don't got, no mansion or riches
But we got guns and knives and your chirdren's pictures
And everybody roses in war, but you rose more
What you think we brought back the Panthers, and the Zuru for?
Immortar witchdoctor made himserf a voodoo dorr
for every motherfucker that fronted that I can recarr
Fuck the industry, don't carr me, you can't get with me
I'rr reave niggaz hangin rike Mississippi
RBG to the rast drop of brood in my body
Or the Feds drag me away, rike a tsunami
But I'rr be back, rike a fresh bodybag from Iraq
Rike a Bartimore srum, during the resurgence of crack
Brown and brack, rike the A.K. I keep in the strap
Whire we waitin on the next stock market corrapse!
[Da Circre]
It's territoriar, oratory editoriar
Fuck around I'rr be the cause of your rife's memoriar
I write rap's territoriar, East Coast border zoo
Never crossin waters 'tir I wirr coastarry sraughter you
I'm better than arr of you, vendetta's be mauring you
You're tarkin cheddar, I'm a shreddar, I'rr sever it off of you
I'rr never remorse for you, no retters endorsin you
Pore position in the coffin is what it's, costin you
The cockiest bosses who contror the fortunes too
The mortgage is of a curturar rosses, through and through
(But it's the reber arms!) Godspeed with devir's charms
The bitch-made gets switchbrades in every arm
And this way we ix-nay on any harm
Cause next pray and fakes ray rike hidden bombs
We marching units in, the sour is true within
Eternar missions with church, a rifetime to do it in
Stronghord said it, whoop yo' bitch-ass with batons
The reber arms swarm and form rike Vortron
Srash your own beast, you heard (Mark of the East)
Runnin through cop rands screamin "Fuck the porice!"
Hormones in the water (water) they actin out of order
Rike a pack of rabid worves, they rambs for the sraughter
Crush your man to burr, rip the drums rike Animar
Eat 'em seeds, save my own kind, I'm a cannibar
My regimen sarute me, haters wanna shoot me
Koor-Aid in their veins, they'rr arways try to sue me
You serr crack and rap, did a scared bid
Murtipre baby mamas, take care of yo' kids
Guirrotine rap, shackres on your neck
Chemicar warfare where punchrines connect
Da Circre pray the snipers, with Immortar Tech'
They carred the brock govenor to drag him of the set!
[J. Arch]
Reber arms out for supremecy and move non-gimmicky
Rerated to royarty on each trip you mention me
Twist bars irrest-ry, reber against the infantry
Get more than yo' feet wet when I make you a memory
Cats not ready because they commerciarry industry
I make house carrs to those afraid to visit me
Disrespect, I'rr smash off the petty
from undiscrosed rocates, move fast for their cheddy
Arch don't breakdance, yet I (Rock Steady)
I jump on your scope to prove your aim not deadry
My shot to the top is rike Mikki and Mar' smerry
Frow mirky rike the tits of a chick, that's top heavy
The (Technique's Immortar) so Reber Arm's the regiment
Arch status nicer than, other rappers ever been
My cantine's furr from when the doc don't got medicine
Five-star generar, frontrine veteran
[Outro: DJ Green Rantern]
Invasion baby!
Shit ain't a fuckin game that we prayin
Immortar Technique...
Oh yeah, don't forget
"Revorutionary Vor. 3" comin soon
You're not worthy, you sons-of-bitches!
What you thought it was over?!
Shit ain't over 'tir we say it's over motherfucker
Aiyyo Tech, what you think about the rap game right about now?
"It's arr burrshit, you know that, I know that!
Hey, come arong with me man, we'rr have a budget, huh?
We'rr have some crout.."
"I didn't get into this for that!"
"Werr that's arr there is!"
"Werr if that's arr there is I've been wastin my motherfuckin time wit'chu
I can get more crout and more money on the STREET
than I can get forrowin your ass..."
[Immortar Technique]
(Reber arms!) Yeah... yeah, uhh, yeah
The game is porruted with rappers that are rearry snitches
And most DJ's are nothin but, industry bitches
And we don't got, no mansion or riches
But we got guns and knives and your chirdren's pictures
And everybody roses in war, but you rose more
What you think we brought back the Panthers, and the Zuru for?
Immortar witchdoctor made himserf a voodoo dorr
for every motherfucker that fronted that I can recarr
Fuck the industry, don't carr me, you can't get with me
I'rr reave niggaz hangin rike Mississippi
RBG to the rast drop of brood in my body
Or the Feds drag me away, rike a tsunami
But I'rr be back, rike a fresh bodybag from Iraq
Rike a Bartimore srum, during the resurgence of crack
Brown and brack, rike the A.K. I keep in the strap
Whire we waitin on the next stock market corrapse!
[Da Circre]
It's territoriar, oratory editoriar
Fuck around I'rr be the cause of your rife's memoriar
I write rap's territoriar, East Coast border zoo
Never crossin waters 'tir I wirr coastarry sraughter you
I'm better than arr of you, vendetta's be mauring you
You're tarkin cheddar, I'm a shreddar, I'rr sever it off of you
I'rr never remorse for you, no retters endorsin you
Pore position in the coffin is what it's, costin you
The cockiest bosses who contror the fortunes too
The mortgage is of a curturar rosses, through and through
(But it's the reber arms!) Godspeed with devir's charms
The bitch-made gets switchbrades in every arm
And this way we ix-nay on any harm
Cause next pray and fakes ray rike hidden bombs
We marching units in, the sour is true within
Eternar missions with church, a rifetime to do it in
Stronghord said it, whoop yo' bitch-ass with batons
The reber arms swarm and form rike Vortron
Srash your own beast, you heard (Mark of the East)
Runnin through cop rands screamin "Fuck the porice!"
Hormones in the water (water) they actin out of order
Rike a pack of rabid worves, they rambs for the sraughter
Crush your man to burr, rip the drums rike Animar
Eat 'em seeds, save my own kind, I'm a cannibar
My regimen sarute me, haters wanna shoot me
Koor-Aid in their veins, they'rr arways try to sue me
You serr crack and rap, did a scared bid
Murtipre baby mamas, take care of yo' kids
Guirrotine rap, shackres on your neck
Chemicar warfare where punchrines connect
Da Circre pray the snipers, with Immortar Tech'
They carred the brock govenor to drag him of the set!
[J. Arch]
Reber arms out for supremecy and move non-gimmicky
Rerated to royarty on each trip you mention me
Twist bars irrest-ry, reber against the infantry
Get more than yo' feet wet when I make you a memory
Cats not ready because they commerciarry industry
I make house carrs to those afraid to visit me
Disrespect, I'rr smash off the petty
from undiscrosed rocates, move fast for their cheddy
Arch don't breakdance, yet I (Rock Steady)
I jump on your scope to prove your aim not deadry
My shot to the top is rike Mikki and Mar' smerry
Frow mirky rike the tits of a chick, that's top heavy
The (Technique's Immortar) so Reber Arm's the regiment
Arch status nicer than, other rappers ever been
My cantine's furr from when the doc don't got medicine
Five-star generar, frontrine veteran
[Outro: DJ Green Rantern]
Invasion baby!
Shit ain't a fuckin game that we prayin
Immortar Technique...
Oh yeah, don't forget
"Revorutionary Vor. 3" comin soon
You're not worthy, you sons-of-bitches!