[Immortal Technique]

Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders [spits].
Ya'll niggas want to be pimps and players?
This ain't 1997 nigga...


[Verse 1]

I'd rather be rich and unhappy, than broke and miserable.
Because the game don't give a fuck, If you lyrical.
And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal (yeah)
You can hate me all you like, but you worship the principle.
I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible.
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge they pimpin’ you,
All up in the hood, like Mc Donald's and liquor.
Selling aids medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga (woah!).
You leery of conspiracy theory, but hear me.
From a business perspective it makes more sense, clearly.
Cuz moreover, that's what we go to war over,
And numbers don't lie unless we do Bush and Gore over (hahaha).
Free markets, make money disingenuously (oh),
But I invest in agriculture biochemistry (yeah!),
Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that? (where?)
But exec's are like 'you from Harlem, where're your diamonds at?'


[Mojo]

Where's my fa-aame?


[Immortal Techique]

(Stupid nigga, hahahaha)


[Mojo]

If you lookin' for the money or the fame (ah-oh),
The players and the rules ain't changed (na nah),
But see we tryin' leave a name,
So we're (yeah) turnin'out


[Hook: Immortal Technique]

This is how pimps get pimped, and players get played (yeah),
Rich people get robbed, and broke niggas get payed (yeah!).
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A,
Miami, DC, B.More and out in the bay.


[Mojo]

Staar-ri-ing out of the fra-aame (yeah),
You see we deserve to state that claim,
If we didn't (oh!) it's a crying shame (a crying shame),
But we're concerned about this, How to turn it out.


[Verse 2]

Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her (woo!),
And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of fucking her (that's ri-ight, uh-oh),
Lots of niggas girls are someone else's one night stand.
I probably make some bitches nervous, listening with they man (hahaha),
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you.
What you think Revolutionaries don't like to fuck too? (- too? Hmm)
You just gotta be aware of dangerous Gouchie (yeah),
Cover your hair like Kufi (oh) some rappers think that they live in a movie.
Until they get Herpes, or clap from a groupie (ugh),
And I don't need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be (you!),
Look, those people are only players because they got played (yeah),
And have not let go of that (oh) shit since the seventh grade (- grade).
Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks doesn’t it? (sucks! uh-oh),
But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it (uh-oh).
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you’re fatherless (ah!).
Before jail, racist cops, that's what the problem is.


[Mojo]

Where's my fa-aame?,
See who's the one to place that blame,
We're getting trapped in a cycle of pain,
With the generation headed down the drain,
It's time we turn it out!


[Hook: Immortal Technique]

This is how pimps get pimped, and players get played,
Beautiful women get cheated on, and gangsters sprayed (- sprayed).
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta,
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin’ Louisiana.


[Mojo]

With all of the money you pay-ing (now),
To spend it on a watch and a chain (game, son),
But can't offer your children a thing (- thing),
What the hell is going on in your brain?
We gone turn it out!


[Verse 3]

I'm not a crack rapper (oh-oh), I'm not a back packer (hahaha),
I'm not a whack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor.
I treat labels like the projects, cuz I'm a hater (what?).
Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator (yeah-oh).
Cater the hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers,
Bootleg my own album, to reach customers (yeah).
Every city state, in the country, the hood loves me (loves me!).
Even aborigines in Australia bump me (yeah-oh).
They say underground fans, are all the colour of talcum (hahaha).
But who the fuck you think buy 50 and J albums? (who?)
Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre platinum? (oh)
Call up any major record label and ask them.
But there's some (- as there's some) devils in disguise in hip-hop.
(That -) That belong at republican fundraisers with Kid Rock (big),
I hope one my of fans has one of your kids shot (bang),
And blames it on acid, Prozac and Slipknot (woo!).
You a pussy (oh-yeah) acting hard like bitch-cop (fuck outta here),
I'd drop you do the floor like a reverse wrist lock.
Eat your food and shit on you, like a highway pit stop.
And make revolutionaries outta kids that used to flip rocks.
The government pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq,
And history repeats itself right on track (ahah oh),
First as a tragedy (oh-oh), and then the comedy begins, (why?)
Because it’s funny (oh) muthafuckas (oh-oh) don't see it come around again.


[Mojo]

When, can we be free? (be free, fuck all this nigga)
We only wanna live our lives (live our lives),
With our eyes open, open your eyes (open your eyes),
You stupid muthafucka! (you stupid muthafucka! Yeah),
Open your eyes (open your eyes), before you die.