Immortal Technique - One (remix) |
One
Immortal Technique Akir: Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Immortal Technique: Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Akir: Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No one person can do anything, but everyone can do something Immortal Technique: No question, it's like the elders told me So we gotta rep, for all 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 Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting down Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found Facing the nation complacent radio stations now Start motivating and get them playin the shit we sayin Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitient Ain't no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions They fouls are more than flagrant Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the pavement Usin the tools of old ancients Announcing my engagment to this music that we making Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrap Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!) It's like One love One music One people One movement One heart One, One, One, One One spark One gift One shift One lift One stance One way One day One, One, One, One, One [Immortal Technqique] Immortal Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir Our family surived the genocides so we can be here And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain And even then my spirit will return in heavenly form And wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies pawns So they invented a war, the goverment can carry on The red don communist threat, burried and gone It makes me wonder if the word of god is lost in the man And this is for all the soliders that'll never come home This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell My destiny is to show the world, that the music is real Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the field And for my children in the future, waiting to breathe People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf I'll be one with god and one with you and everything else [Immotal Technique talking] Yeah.. And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here Revolutionary Volume 2 has been brought to you And sometime far away from when I recorded this By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit Remember that history Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look like Read between the lines and free your mind Revolution is the birth of equality And the antiBut this is only built for real motherfuckers So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along with Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals The shit is real over here man Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop The heart and soul of our culture Keeping the truth alive Goodnight my people.. goodnight.. |