Hok (Remix)

[Intro: TV Personality talking] Here outside the courtroom, we see that tensions haven't really eased that much. In the Breez Evahflowin against Hip Hop trial. We hear he's brought in three star witnesses. Swave Sevah, Big Zoo and Immortal Technique. As for what may develop today...no one knows. But we hear that the prosecutor is trying to bring the case to a close. Let's see what's going on inside [Verse One: Breez Evahflowin'] Now when I be stressed Get irie blessed Become a ten headed dragon with firey breath Strip the flesh off your wirey chest And play the game to the death till the high recess And even sober it's over my man And you ain't killing no one like Cobra's cannon No understanding of divine divinity The ministry the rhyme, refine for the trinity Of Zoo, Sevah and Immortal Technique So advanced live on the waters of Next Week Talking 'bout you doubt I'ma win on this next piece? Don't come out your mouth like the chin on my ex freak Rick slam a flow so sick in your headpiece Get fans to sell little sisters to get seats Black Static this ain't even his best beat Wait till this shit become a full time job Leave y'all rap niggas broke talking 'bout "times hard" Blind and scarred from collides with my squad Bloody like foot of Bruce in Die Hard Real life for your eyes you'll find in my god Why hast thou forsaken? I've been no short taking since Biz made Makin' Music with yo' mouth Love is house I kick y'all out Get the fuck out, this hip hop nigga [Verse Two: Swave Sevah] You wanna battle? How you want it? Freestyle or written? I wouldn't lose to you if you wrote the verse I was spitting Play your position or get hurt till it blur your vision Kid you'll get knocked in your head so much you'll lose focus Like yo, "You look dizzy. Let me help you a little Aim for the Swave in the middle." But even if you do listen You got no aim, point blank range and you still missing My flows put a hole so big in your chest You'll think it was caused by the projectile of a jet My style is a threat Smoke pop bottles get wet The more polluted I am, the more violent I get Weapon of choice? Any kind of writing utensil Work wonders with the ink of a pen or the lead of a pencil Memorize what I wrote then spit it Put emphasis on my action words so you don't forget it Leave your ignorant ass soaking in it We're hear to subtract wack off the face of the map And you going with it I'm so committed That's why I'm always out to brawl And be slurring vulgarities out my mouth to y'all Sure to burn like a lantern about to fall Like rats in mazes attracted to alcohol What you wan' do now? This shit could get crucial I'm persistent with new style, resistance is futile My advice to you now is try to allude feuding And take everything I say as serious as school shootings If not, end up as statistic Another target that was marked for death That I just scratched off my hit list [Verse Three: Big Zoo] Yo I write night light for cats to stay awake to Brutal barbarian, black bear, break you 450 degrees style, bake you I can only lead you to the water, I can't make you Drink from the fountain of true you start spouting the truth Your fake friends start doubting the proof I bring Stout in the booth when I feel dark I got a bulletproof spirit and a still heart I got a cranium that's reinforced with titanium Working to control these ill thoughts That I fine tune whenever I write a fly tune On point like gunshots blasts at high noon Many moons ago when Zoo learned to flow And first burned the show, the name grew, you know I stayed with it, denounced the foul critics I left cynics, all MC's who need gimmicks They ride did-icks, MC's are sound mimics The black bear is sid-ick with the lyric Now On and on till the break of the dawn of a new day MC's were headed this way [Verse Four: Immortal Technique] Niggas think they smooth now but they need to be told They'll never en devour to ever go platinum or gold Couldn't get any respect no matter how much you sold The type to lose the battle and start acting five years old Or play the role with gang images, trying to be trife Your album's never coming out like niggas that's doing life You try to leave the ciph' but Technique take you to trial Exhibit A is the psychological profile of your style You pretend you had it harder than the people in your clique Always talking about your guns and the bitches you stick But you was locked up in prison with a faggot sucking your dick And cheating on your baby mom with anything you could hit Claiming you got a record deal but can't rap for shit You perpetual hypocrite You failed to get the message like niggas that's illiterate You're too drunk to talk, look at the nonsense you spit You sound ignorant like 5%ers talking my ear off With a mouth full of Smirnoff Stumbling, falling over Bragging about expensive clothes in your Range Rover Motherfucker come back and talk to me when you're sober You stay coked up like the first version of Coca Cola But on everyday out of the solar year I'm the controller And your life is going nowhere like a broken roller coaster You don't own a gat your people use like a gun holster So put the mic down and cut the beat box nigga Take off the fake Rolex and the Reebox's nigga The only biscuit you got is in a KFC box nigga The rigor is strong of proving these niggas fictitious Was handed down [?] And Breez we get vicious I expose alleged hard rock niggas that turn snitches And MC's to play themselves like cheap talking bitches Talking 'bout non existent riches because the label makes you The same fucking label that monetarily rapes you But I came to liberate you with socialist revolution I'm [?] but you're weak acting out of confusion You're losing So fuck having a truce with you Cause I don't care about the things that you used to do The airport that you supposedly boosted through Or the pathetic hardcore drug abuse you do Yo I'm not an alcoholic but I'm used to brew But I wouldn't even drink a fucking deuce with you We don't wanna produce you I'd rather watch you splatter I'm the infinite dark matter that puts star's in their place I run with a drop squad of niggas saving my race Stomp ya backstabbing coward ass into disgrace [Outro: TV broadcaster talking] As you can see the court room exploding with excitement back here. I think they've made their case Hok tu, spit {x8} Y'all ain't shit