Crossing The Boundary

DANGER! BEAT BANDITS, NIGGA!
 Yeah... Harlem to Chicago to LA.To Toronto... Philly... Motherfucker Rio de Janeiro nigga... Capetown, South Africa!
 I never make songs to disrespect women
 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 pawn
 The Bible is right and all your native culture is wrong
 Next thing you know you telling me bout making a song
 Come in a studio and tell me that I'm making it wrong
 Pissed off cause reality is making it strong
 Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh making a bomb
 Hey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on?
 These rap niggas making propaganda out of your song
 But it's the gong show, amateur night at the Apollo
 My dick is like my music but harder to swallow
 So children follow me like the Pied Piper
 And sing the chorus in the air with your blunt and lighter
 You played yourself thinking you down with me
 I'll end your life nigga don't fuck around with me
 And if you kids can't listen then you bound to see
 That you get shot for crossing the boundary
 The second verse is worse than the first in this respect
 Scripted specifically to keep people in check
 Harlem to Boston real niggas spit with me
 But Landspeed you ain't fucking shit to me
 And underground labels know that I don't trust you
 And you only independent till you major so fuck you
 And if you pissed off cause you think that I dissed you
 I'll rape your mom so we can make this a personal issue
 Dance with the devil
 Remember that you're not on my level
 Stupid you're not ready; I won decipher
 Bragging Rights and Rock Steady
 And practically every battle that they got in New York
 And I still murder rappers on the streets for sport
 Dr. Guillotine, cutting you short, little man
 But you don't give me props cause I never won at Scribble Jam?
 Well fuck you, I hope someone you love dies so fuck your crew
 And fuck your family too
 Technique said it bitch, what the fuck you gonna do?
 You played yourself thinking you down with me
 I'll end your life nigga don't fuck around with me
 And if you kids can't listen then you bound to see
 That you get shot for crossing the boundary
 Immortal Technique incinerate degenerate fags
 Burn Trent Lott wrapped in his Confederate flag
 I got the beretta with my face wrapped in a rag
 So put the African slave jewelry in the bag
 Motherfuckers tell me that a diamond is forever
 But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Medgar Evans?
 House niggas get your head severed trying 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 bodysnatchers and your girl is getting sleepy
 I'll murder you, indiscreetly, right at the source
 Like the Roman legionare that stabbed Christ on the cross
 This about Judo
 It ain't about Jesus
 And you shouldn't fucking talk about telekinesis
 Nigga please; moving shit with your mind?
 Try moving your mom out the projects with your rhymes
 And next time: I'm coming after cual quiera (what you want)
 Profanity, fuck it carajo maldita mierda (fucking damn shit)
 Roll up the hierba, y pasa la para izquierda (weed, and pass it to the left)
 Put the price up to listen to listen to meek pop shit
 Cause I got Martha Stewart giving me stock tips
 Underground money with honeys up in the whip
 Bangbus.com nigga fucking your bitch
 Yeah... played yourself, nigga. Fuck all ya'll. You don't know shit about me, don't ever open your mouth and discuss who the fuck I
 am. I thought I told ya'll niggas on Vol. 1, I wasn't fucking around, and you just slept, because you sold a few thousand units
 in the Golden era, when niggas'll buy anything on the shelf. Those days are through, and you're through with them.