Rebel Arms
Intro: DJ Green LanternWhat you thought it was over?!Shit ain't over 'til we say it's over motherfuckerAiyyo Tech, what you think about the rap game right about now?
"It's all bullshit, you know that, I know that!Hey, come along with me man, we'll have a budget, huh?We'll have some clout..""I didn't get into this for that!""Well that's all there is!""Well if that's all there is I've beenwastin my motherfuckin time wit'chuI can get more clout and more money on the STREETthan I can get followin your ass..."
Immortal Technique(Rebel arms!) Yeah... yeah, uhh, yeahThe game is polluted with rappers that are really snitchesAnd most DJ's are nothin but, industry bitchesAnd we don't got, no mansion or richesBut we got guns and knives and your children's picturesAnd everybody loses in war, but you lose moreWhat you think we brought back the Panthers, and the Zulu for?Immortal witchdoctor made himself a voodoo dollfor every motherfucker that fronted that I can recallFuck the industry, don't call me, you can't get with meI'll leave niggaz hangin like MississippiRBG to the last drop of blood in my bodyOr the Feds drag me away, like a tsunamiBut I'll be back, like a fresh bodybag from IraqLike a Baltimore slum, during the resurgence of crackBrown and black, like the A.K. I keep in the strapWhile we waitin on the next stock market collapse!
Da Circleit's territorial, oratory editorialFuck around I'll be the cause of your life's memorialI write rap's territorial, East Coast border zooNever crossin waters 'til I will coastally slaughter youI'm better than all of you, vendetta's be mauling youyou're talkin cheddar, I'm a shreddar, I'll sever it off of youI'll never remorse for you, no letters endorsin youPole position in the coffin is what it's, costin youThe cockiest bosses who control the fortunes tooThe mortgage is of a cultural losses, through and through(But it's the rebel arms!) Godspeed with devil's charmsThe bitch-made gets switchblades in every armAnd this way we ix-nay on any harmCause next play and fakes lay like hidden bombsWe marching units in, the soul is true withinEternal missions with church, a lifetime to do it in
Stronghold said it, whoop yo' bitch-ass with batonsThe rebel arms swarm and form like VoltronSlash your own beast, you heard (Mark of the East)Runnin through cop lands screamin "Fuck the police!"Hormones in the water (water) they actin out of orderLike a pack of rabid wolves, they lambs for the slaughterCrush your man to bull, rip the drums like AnimalEat 'em seeds, save my own kind, I'm a cannibalMy regimen salute me, haters wanna shoot meKool-Aid in their veins, they'll always try to sue meYou sell crack and rap, did a scared bidMultiple baby mamas, take care of yo' kids
Guillotine rap, shackles on your neckChemical warfare where punchlines connectDa Circle play the snipers, with Immortal Tech'They called the block govenor to drag him of the set!
J. ArchRebel arms out for supremecy and move non-gimmickyRelated to royalty on each trip you mention meTwist bars illest-ly, rebel against the infantryGet more than yo' feet wet when I make you a memoryCats not ready because they commercially industryI make house calls to those afraid to visit meDisrespect, I'll smash off the pettyfrom undisclosed locates, move fast for their cheddyArch don't breakdance, yet I (Rock Steady)I jump on your scope to prove your aim not deadlyMy shot to the top is like Mikki and Mal' smellyFlow milky like the tits of a chick, that's top heavyThe (Technique's Immortal) so Rebel Arm's the regimentArch status nicer than, other rappers ever beenMy cantine's full from when the doc don't got medicineFive-star general, frontline veteran
Outro: DJ Green Lantern Invasion baby!Shit ain't a fuckin game that we playinImmortal Technique...Oh yeah, don't forget"Revolutionary Vol. 3" comin soonyou're not worthy, you sons-of-bitches!