Treason
Title | Treason |
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Artist | AKIR |
Album | Legacy |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Akir] Yeah, One Enterprises, Viper Records Presents Akir, Immortal Technique And this is "Treason," bitch! Uhh [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] I'm not down with the conscious rap, or the Sambos My flow is cancerous milk, like Monsanto's Sold through the hood in a package of murder I'm like white people, get fired and back with a burner Gauge 5 semi, with the infrared beams So fuck the Ku Klux and the Combat-18 I put bullets in your spleen, sendin' you to the grave And through all that, a mothafucker still get paid And ‘cause of that, some niggas can't stand me, man But that's the curse of the slave, like Candyman House niggas that traded they soul to get ahead (jiggaboo!) And then fucked over for placin' they faith in the feds (Snitch!) So while the government talk about a mission to Mars They leave the hood, stuck in a position to starve Capitalism's a religion that makes Satan a god And teaches self-righteous people to embrace a facade {*DP One scratches*: "Say what?"} [Hook: Akir + Immortal Technique] It's a cut-throat business the way that we live Born in the hood, tryin' to see a better life for the kids It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal But it's treason when you turn your back on your people {*DP One scratches*: "Say what?"} [Verse 2: Akir] Yo, yo, they be manipulatin', politicians delegatin' Task of perpetratin', sounds like Satan Makin' racist statements of abomination Niggas pray to somethin' sacred Waitin' for that force to save 'em, instead of savin' Movin' destinations, property papers Waitin on your 40 acres, 'til you old and ancient Swole or achin' while the hole is gapin' To cake to make your way in, I pray to God But all the amen's in the world'll never make your aim win Famous celebrities could fall off like leprosy, they tellin' me So I pay attention, fuck the envy and the jealousy Y'all niggas could save, Akir's a latest rave Saw me chillin' on The Source page, fanbases span race Complete with shorties that blaze, be revered in my old age From rippin' the stage, and even then from above when I wave Throwin' flowers on my grave, burnin' sage Saying, "Thanks, Abe, who made ways for freein' the slaves." You might also like[Hook: Akir + Immortal Technique] It's a cut-throat business the way that we live Born in the hood, tryin' to see a better life for the kids It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal But it's treason when you turn your back on your people [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] Immortal Technique, Indian chief, Lord Sovereign Bear claw necklace and the puma moccasins Legal money, motherfucker, you could bring the coppers in ‘Cause I'ma take a shit on 'em, without Johnny Coch-a-ran Spittin' Prometheus fire, when I speak to a liar I'm the last of the Essenes that'll teach a messiah Rip your heart out with the technique of a Maya ‘Cause only snitches and Kanye speak through a wire [Verse 4: Akir] Freshest attire, speak with desire, close to the passion I fall from Elijah, size up the evilest liars Who think they conspire Music qualify as paranoia, mental occupiers Tight, like a pair of pliers, brain's fried up And so I aspire to erase the pride, usin' amplifiers To inspire my people, we should hire Like a lion fightin' vampires, tired on his way to Zion Never expire, only retire when they call me Sire [Hook: Immortal Technique + Akir] It's a cut-throat business the way that we live Born in the hood, tryin' to see a better life for the kids It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal But it's treason when you turn your back on your people, yo {*DP One scratches*: "Say what?"} |