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Lick Shots (Chino XL)

[Intro]This is the Invasion! The Evil Genius Green Lantern! Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World" (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 (Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots) [Chorus: Immortal Technique]Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots Lick shots for the revolution Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick 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 only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah [Immortal Technique]Random one cop killa, hip-hop has never been realer Volume 2 shot up the president like a gorilla New York police state capital tried to swallow me Locked me longer than Puerto Rico been a colony Thirteenth Amendment slavery property And now they signin rappers that promote their philosophy? Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not Republican That's just the white motherfuckers that own the publishin And get the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?) Every time right before we shower and pray (HA! ) You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad But a holy 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 leave him colder than the prison in Russia Or America's white power structure Niggaz love to say "Fuck revolution!" Until the jury comin and move for the prosecution And them brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton Forgot about the bullshit music they was producin But my niggaz aim precisely, 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 lie quicker than Scooter Libby I'm runnin through the city - dear God If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (Huh?) Somebody told me glim back as the plan's over See ya, time to let him see a damn soldier Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter This is my gangsta religion See I aim with precision, point blank the position I'm black as them ancient Egyptians Before European historians went and changed the description I'm blamed for the 'caine in the kitchen The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea) Listen, you dudes better watch the hook I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa look They wanna get rid of this conscious crook Like I'm a Gnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth America don't care for it's inner city youth - so I [Chorus] [Chino XL]Puerto Rican superhero! Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum He flirted with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus I must, take aim when I lick shots Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell Turn us from Shawn Carter to Shawn Combs to Sean Bell My temper 'bout to break like levees in New Orleans Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the blue and the red Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his head Y'all don't lick shots like killers aimin at the Feds Y'all lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the bees Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortal Tech' Kill shit like the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?) And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jeweler BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the cats off your fuckin Pumas! [Chorus]