Crossing The Boundary Lyrics Testo

Verse 1] I never make songs to disrespect woman or to judge people about the way that they're 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 porn 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 pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong like the ghost of Timothy Mc Veigh making a bomb 'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song but it's the gong show, amature night at the apollo my dick is like my music, but harder to swallow so children follow me, like the pot piper and sing the chorus in the air, with your blood in your lighter (sing that shit nigga, right now) [Chorus X 2] You played yourself thinking your down with me I end your life nigga, don't fuck around with me and if you kids can't listen, then your bound to see the way you get shot for crossing the boundary [Verse 2] The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects script this 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 your only independent till your major, so fuck you and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue +Dance With The Devil+ remember that your not on my level stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, Pragging Rights from Rocksteady and practically every battle that they got in New York and I still murder rappers on the street for sport Doctor Giateen cutting you short little man but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scripple Jam well fuck you, I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew and fuck your family too, Technique's at it bitch What the fuck you gonna do [Chorus X 2] (Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggaz, wrap it up, Yeah) [Verse 3] Immortal Technique insinuate degenerate fags burn tretlock, wrapped in his confederate flag I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag so put the African slave juvelery in the bag motherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is forever but is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Mekka evers? house niggas get your head sevet? 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 body snatchers in your girl as getting sleepy I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source like the roman leech and Anit stabbed Christ on the cross this is about Judo, it ain't about Jesus and you shouldn't fucking talk about telekenesis nigga please, moving shit with your mind try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes and next time, I'm coming after 'cual quiera' profanity fucking 'carajo maldita mierda' roll up 'de hierva, i pasala, para la isquierda' put the price up to listen to me pop shit 'cause I got Martha Steward giving me stop tips underground money with honeys up in the whip Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch Yeah, played yourself nigga fuck all ya, you don't know shit about me why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am I thought I told ya niggaz on volume one, I wasn't fucking around you just slept, cuz you sold a few thousand units in the golden era when niggaz would buy anything on the shelf but those days are through, and you are through with them