Crossing The Boundary

Danger!
Beat Bandits, nigg*

Yeah- Harlem to chicago to L.A.
to Toronto, Philly, motherfkin Rio De Janeiro nigg*. (haha)
Cape Town, South Africa

Verse 1
I never make songs to disrespect woman
or to judge people about the way that they living
but the way I am is based on the life I was given
like them white boys; 'Losing My Religion'
I used to be a christian and a political p*wn
the bible is right and all your native culture is wrong
next thing you know you telling me 'bout making a song
come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong
p*ssed off 'cause reality is making it strong
like the ghost of Timothy Mc Veigh making a bomb
'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fk is going on
these rap made propaganda out of your song
but it's the gong show, amateur night at the apollo
my d*ck is like my music, but harder to sw*llow
so children follow me, like the pied piper
and sing the chorus in the air, with your blunt and your lighter
(sing that s**t nigg*, right now)

Chorus X 2
You played yourself thinking your down with me
I end your life nigg*, don't fk around with me
and if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see
the way you get shot for crossing the boundary

Verse 2
The second verse is worse than the first in this respect
scripted specifically to keep people in check
Harlem to Boston, real spit with me
but Landspeed, you ain't fking s**t to me
and underground labels know that I don't trust you
your only independent til you major, so fk you
and if your p*ssed off 'cause you think that I dissed you
I r*pe your moms and we can make this a personal issue
'Dance With The Devil' remember that your not on my level
stupid you're not ready, I won Disypher, Bragging Rights from Rocksteady
and practically every battle that they got in New York
and I still murder rappers on the street for sport
Doctor Guillotine cutting you short little man
but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scribble Jam
well fk you, I hope somebody you love dies, so fk your crew
and fk your family too, Technique said it b*tch
What the fk you gonna do

Chorus X 2

(Yeah, (W)rap it up on these , wrap it up, Yeah)

Verse 3
Immortal Technique incinerate degenerate f*gs
burn Trent Lott, wrapped in his confederate flag
I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag
so put the African slave jewelery in the bag
motherfkers tell me, that a diamond is forever
but is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Mekka evers?
house get your head severed tryin to be thug
you don't concern me, I'm trying to hurt the people you love
Word of Mouth is I'm in the club being sneaky
I'm like the body sn*tchers and your girl is getting sleepy
I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source
like the roman legion anit stabbed Christ on the cross
this is about you though, it ain't about Jesus
and you shouldn't fking talk about telekenesis
nigg* please, moving s**t with your mind
try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes
and next time, I'm coming after 'cual quiera' profanity
fking 'carajo maldita mierda'
roll up "the yerba y pasa la para la izquierda"
put the price up to listen to me pop s**t
'cause I got Martha Stewart giving me stock tips
underground money with honeys up in the whip
Bangbus.com, nigg* fking your b*tch

Yeah, played yourself nigg*
fk all y'all, you don't know s**t about me
never open ya mouth and discuss who the fk I am
I thought I told ya on volume one, I wasn't fking around
you just slept, cuz you sold a few thousand units in the golden era
when would buy anything on the shelf
but those days are through, and you're through with them