One (feat. Akir) [Remix]

Yo Tech, it's the last call, baby, what's good?

Yeah, you know a remix just feels right, dog?

Before we get outta here, you gotta drop

One last gem on 'em, though, fam

No question, it's like the elders told me

No one person can do everything

Uh-huh

But everyone could do something

So we gotta rep, for all the ****

That ain't here right now

On the outro tip, the One remix, yo

One enterprises, comprises the artists and the sound

The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting down

Pray for my neighbors as a favor for holding me down

Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds

It's underground but the blatant vibrations widely found

Facing the nation complacent, radio stations now

Stop hesitating and contemplating the way we patient

Start motivating and get them playing the shit we saying

Ain't no delaying in this war that we getting slayed in

'Cause times a wasting while we stand adjacent to abrasions

They fail us, it's more than flagrant

And so I see the prisons cages while I pound on the pavement

Looking for payment saying, fuck enslavement

Using the tools of the ancients, announcing my engagement

To this music that we making, ain't no faking on tracks

And we won't never come wack

Immortal Technique and Akir, y'all **** fear, that's a rap

It's like

One love, one music

One people, one movement

One heart, one spark

One, one, one, one

One gift, one lift

One stance, one shift

One way, one day

One, one, one, one, one

Immortal Technique in the trenches with my ****, Akir

Our families survived the genocide so we could be here

And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same

Living the revolution till we catch one in the brain

And even then, my spirit will return in heavenly form

And wipe the chess board clean of my enemy's pawns

The red dawn, communist threat, buried and gone

So they invented a war the government could carry on

It makes me wonder if the word of God is lost in the man

This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand

This is for the illest MCs that'll never be known

And this is for all the soldiers that'll never come home

I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast

For people who march in the streets and struggle for peace

For hood **** born rugged, never rocking Versace

Eddie Ramirez's cousin, George, and my old friend, Sashi

Chris from the block and all my **** stuck in a cell

Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker, I'll see you in hell

My destiny is to show the world that the music is real

Go back in time and play this shit for the slaves in the field

And for my children in the future that are waiting to breathe

People slowly dying, hanging on, waiting to leave

Believe when I'm gone and this album's on a library shelf

I'll be one with God and one with you and everything else

One love, one music

One people, one movement

One heart, one spark

One, one, one, one

One gift, one lift

One stance, one shift

One way, one day

One, one, one, one, one

Yeah, Revolutionary Volume 2 has been brought to you

By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit

And if you playing this album and I'm no longer here

Sometime far away from when I recorded this

Remember that history isn't the way the corporate

Controlled media made it look like

Read between the lines and free your mind

Revolution is the birth of equality

And the anti-thesis to oppression

But this is only build for real motherfuckers

So, when I'm gone, don't let nobody

I never got along with try to make songs

Kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals

This shit is real over here, man, thank you for listening

And thank you for supporting independent hip-hop

The heart and soul of our culture, keeping the truth alive

Goodnight, my people, goodnight