Crossing the Boundary

Danger!

Beat bandit, ****!

Yeah

Harlem to Chicago to LA to Toronto

Philly, motherfucker Rio de Janeiro, ****

Cape Town, 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

Ayo, Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on?

These rap **** 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 (yeah)

And sing the chorus in the air with your blunt and lighter

(Sing that shit, ****, right now)

You played yourself thinking you down with me

I'll end your life, ****, don't fuck around with me

And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see

The way you get shot for crossing the boundary

You played yourself thinking you down with me

I'll end your life, ****, don't fuck around with me

And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see

The way you get shot for crossing the boundary

Yeah, yeah

The second verse is worse than the first in this respect

Scripted specifically to keep people in check

Harlem to Boston, real **** 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 'til 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 (no), 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? (What?)

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 gon' do?

Yeah, yeah

You played yourself thinking you down with me

I'll end your life, ****, don't fuck around with me

And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see

The way you get shot for crossing the boundary

You played yourself thinking that you down with me

I'll end your life, ****, don't fuck around with me

And if you kids can't listen, then you bound to see

The way you get shot for crossing the boundary

Yeah, wrap it up all of these ****, man, wrap it up, yeah

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 **** get your head severed trying to be thug

You don't concern me, I'm tryna 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 is about Judo, it ain't about Jesus

And you shouldn't fucking talk about telekinesis

****, 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

Profanity, fuck it carajo maldita mierda

Roll up the hierba, y pasa la para izquierda

Put the price up 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, ****, fucking your bitch

Yeah, played yourself, ****, fuck all y'all

You don't know shit about me

Don't ever open your mouth and discuss who the fuck I am

I thought I told y'all **** on volume one

I wasn't fucking around, and you just slept

'Cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden era

When ****'ll buy anything on the shelf

Those days are through, and you're through with them