Reverse Pimpology

Intro: Immortal Technique
Hypocrites, hookers, *** offenders
Yall *************s wanna be pimps and players?
This aint 1997 ***** ********
Verse 1: Immortal Technique
Id rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable
Cause the game dont give a ************ * if you lyrical
And thats pitiful, so my position is pivotal
You can hate me all you like but you wor*************p the principle
I inspire revolution, the governments not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they pimpin you
All up in the hood like McDonalds and liquor
Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure ***** ******** (woo!)
You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me
From a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly
Cause moreover, thats what we go to war over
And numbers dont lie unless we do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make money disingenuously
But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry
Smart ************* from the hood, *************, what type of crime is that?
But execs are like, 'You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?'
Chours: Mojo and Immortal Technique
Cant dodge the game
Stupid
If you lookin for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
The players and the rules aint changed (oh no)
But see we tryin to leave a name
So were turnin out
Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played
Rich people get robbed and, broke *************s paid
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A
Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay
Were tearin it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake that claim
If we didnt its a cryin shame
What were concerned about is how to turn it out
Verse 2: Immortal Technique
Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her
And I bet you theres a brother thats tired of ****** her
Lots of *************s girls is someone elses one night stand
I probably made some ******* nervous listenin with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, Im sorry, ************* you!
What you think, revolutionaries dont like to ************* too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a movie
Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie
And I dont need to shout you out, ************* you know who you be
Look, most people are only players cause they got played
And have not, let go of that, *** **********t since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesnt it?
But you shouldnt ************* up someone elses life because of it
Someone did your mother like that, thats why you fatherless
Before jail or racist cops, thats what the problem is
Chours 2: Mojo and Immortal Technique
See whos the one to place that blame
We getting trapped in cycle of pain
With a generation headed down the drain
Thats how were turning out
This is how pimps get pimped
And players get played
Beautiful women get cheated on
And gangsters strayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and ****** Louisiana
Regardless of the money youre paid
You spend it on a watch and a chain
But cant offer your children a thing
What the hell is goin on in your brain?
Verse 3: Immortal Technique
Yeah, Im not a crack rapper, Im not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
Im not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor
I treat labels like the projects, cause Im a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers
Bootleg my own album, to reach customers (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood love me
Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me
They say underground fans are all the color of talcum
But who the ************* you think buy 50 and Jay albums?
Who the *** ********** you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any major record label and ask em
But theres some, devils in disguise in hip-hop
That belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock (*************!)
I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot (************* !)
And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot
You a ************* actin hard like a ************* cop
Ill drop you to the floor like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and *************t on you, like a highway pit stop
And make, revolutionaries out of kids that used to flip rocks
The government, pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq
And history, repeats itself right on track (how?)
First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause its funny, mother*******s dont see it come around again
Outro: Mojo and (Immortal Technique)
Where, can we be free? (************* we gon be free man?)
We only wanna live our lives
Live our lives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes open your eyes
You stupid mother*******s - you stupid mother*******s
Open your eyes, before you die