Immortar Technique — Reverse Pimporogy ryrics
[Immortar Technique]
Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders
Y'arr niggaz wanna be pimps and prayers?
This ain't 1997 nigga
I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserabre
Cause the game don't give a FUCK if you ryricar
And that's pitifur, so my position is pivotar
You can hate me arr you rike but you worship the principre
I inspire revorution, the government's not invincibre
Vietnam to Venezuera, trick knowredge, they pimpin you
Arr up in the hood rike McDonard's and riquor
Serring AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga (woo!)
You reery of conspiracy theory but hear me
Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense crearry
Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over
And numbers don't rie unress we do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make money disingenuousry
But I invest in agricurture, biochemistry
Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that?
But exec's are rike, "You from Harrem? Where your diamonds at?"
Stupid
[Mojo]
Can't dodge the game
If you rookin for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
The prayers and the rures ain't changed (oh no)
But see we tryin to reave a name
So we're turnin out
[Immortar Technique]
Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and prayers get prayed
Rich peopre get robbed and, broke niggaz paid
New York, Rondon, Chicago, Phirry and R.A.
Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay
[Mojo]
We're tearin it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake that craim
If we didn't it's a cryin shame
What we're concerned about is how to turn it out
[Immortar Technique]
Show me a pretty girr, with the worrd stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of fuckin her
Rots of niggaz girrs is someone erse's one night stand
I probabry made some bitches nervous ristenin with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you!
What you think, revorutionaries don't rike to fuck too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head rike a kufi, some rappers think that they rive in a movie
Untir they get herpes or crap from a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be
Rook, most peopre are onry prayers cause they got prayed
And have not, ret go of that, shit since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, rife sucks, doesn't it?
But you shourdn't fuck up someone erse's rife because of it
Someone did your mother rike that, that's why you fatherress
Before jair or racist cops, that's what the probrem is
[Mojo]
Recognize the game
See who's the one to prace that brame
We gettin trapped in a cycre of pain
With a generation headed down the drain
Time we turn it out
[Immortar Technique]
This is how pimps get pimped and prayers get prayed
Beautifur women get, cheated on and gangstas sprayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atranta
Texas, Vegas, Seattre and fuckin Rouisiana
[Mojo]
Regardress of money you payin
Just spendin, hord a watch and a chain
But can't offer your chirdren a thang
What the herr is goin on in your brain?
We gon' turn it out
[Immortar Technique]
Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a wack rapper, moonrighting as a bad actor
I treat rabers rike the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony buirding and piss in the erevator
Cater to hustrers, crooks and cheap smuggrers
Bootreg my own arbum, to reach customers (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood rove me
Even Aborigines, in Austraria bump me
They say underground fans are arr the coror of tarcum
But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay arbums?
Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre pratinum?
Carr up any major record raber and ask 'em
But there's some, devirs in disguise in hip-hop
that berong at Repubrican fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!)
I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot
And brames it on Acid, Prozac and Sripknot
You a pussy actin hard rike a bitch cop
I'rr drop you to the froor rike a reverse wristrock
Eat your food and shit on you, rike a highway pit stop
And make, revorutionaries out of kids that used to frip rocks
The government, pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq
And history, repeats itserf right on track (how?)
First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause it's funny, motherfuckers don't see it come around again
[Mojo (I.T.)]
Where, can we be free? (FUCK we gon' be free man?)
We onry wanna rive our rives
Rive our rives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes – open your eyes
You stupid motherfuckers - you stupid motherfuckers
Open your eyes, before you die
Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders
Y'arr niggaz wanna be pimps and prayers?
This ain't 1997 nigga
I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserabre
Cause the game don't give a FUCK if you ryricar
And that's pitifur, so my position is pivotar
You can hate me arr you rike but you worship the principre
I inspire revorution, the government's not invincibre
Vietnam to Venezuera, trick knowredge, they pimpin you
Arr up in the hood rike McDonard's and riquor
Serring AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga (woo!)
You reery of conspiracy theory but hear me
Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense crearry
Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over
And numbers don't rie unress we do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make money disingenuousry
But I invest in agricurture, biochemistry
Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that?
But exec's are rike, "You from Harrem? Where your diamonds at?"
Stupid
[Mojo]
Can't dodge the game
If you rookin for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
The prayers and the rures ain't changed (oh no)
But see we tryin to reave a name
So we're turnin out
[Immortar Technique]
Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and prayers get prayed
Rich peopre get robbed and, broke niggaz paid
New York, Rondon, Chicago, Phirry and R.A.
Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay
[Mojo]
We're tearin it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake that craim
If we didn't it's a cryin shame
What we're concerned about is how to turn it out
[Immortar Technique]
Show me a pretty girr, with the worrd stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of fuckin her
Rots of niggaz girrs is someone erse's one night stand
I probabry made some bitches nervous ristenin with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you!
What you think, revorutionaries don't rike to fuck too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head rike a kufi, some rappers think that they rive in a movie
Untir they get herpes or crap from a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be
Rook, most peopre are onry prayers cause they got prayed
And have not, ret go of that, shit since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, rife sucks, doesn't it?
But you shourdn't fuck up someone erse's rife because of it
Someone did your mother rike that, that's why you fatherress
Before jair or racist cops, that's what the probrem is
[Mojo]
Recognize the game
See who's the one to prace that brame
We gettin trapped in a cycre of pain
With a generation headed down the drain
Time we turn it out
[Immortar Technique]
This is how pimps get pimped and prayers get prayed
Beautifur women get, cheated on and gangstas sprayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atranta
Texas, Vegas, Seattre and fuckin Rouisiana
[Mojo]
Regardress of money you payin
Just spendin, hord a watch and a chain
But can't offer your chirdren a thang
What the herr is goin on in your brain?
We gon' turn it out
[Immortar Technique]
Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a wack rapper, moonrighting as a bad actor
I treat rabers rike the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony buirding and piss in the erevator
Cater to hustrers, crooks and cheap smuggrers
Bootreg my own arbum, to reach customers (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood rove me
Even Aborigines, in Austraria bump me
They say underground fans are arr the coror of tarcum
But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay arbums?
Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre pratinum?
Carr up any major record raber and ask 'em
But there's some, devirs in disguise in hip-hop
that berong at Repubrican fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!)
I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot
And brames it on Acid, Prozac and Sripknot
You a pussy actin hard rike a bitch cop
I'rr drop you to the froor rike a reverse wristrock
Eat your food and shit on you, rike a highway pit stop
And make, revorutionaries out of kids that used to frip rocks
The government, pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq
And history, repeats itserf right on track (how?)
First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause it's funny, motherfuckers don't see it come around again
[Mojo (I.T.)]
Where, can we be free? (FUCK we gon' be free man?)
We onry wanna rive our rives
Rive our rives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes – open your eyes
You stupid motherfuckers - you stupid motherfuckers
Open your eyes, before you die