Belignorant

Yeah.. Poison Pen, Stronghold, Diabolic Teach DJ Static ?? this baby Pick Your Poison, Who's The Master We coming for yall muthafuckaz... [Verse 1 - Immortal Technique:] Immortal Technique nigga, I’m back with a vengeance I put you on parole, you won’t get to finish your sentence The prognite stick beat-down will be relentless From Iraqi trenches, to the park benches You don’t want drama, my niggas is like piranhas That’ll leave your momma looking like the Central Park jogger Rolling a blunt, in a Pakistani cave with Osama While they walk you on the phone with Bush and his father Ya’ll muthafuckaz don’t know what belignorant is We mad at the world like illegitimate kids Slap you up, Harlem style, and spit on your whizz Punch a hole in your chest and rip out your ribs So don’t talk shit pussy, just see me in person I bleed you for certain, nigga I believe you was cursing Rehearsing your battle verses and talking reckless You better stay in a place that got metal detectors Bitch, you don’t hit switches, you switch sexes Fuck Jacob The Jeweller, I gave your mom a pearl necklace Write with a Poison Pen, this shit's infectious Wicked like a catholic bishop without repentance Bitches who like bougy attention, I don’t need I stay in the hood, like niggas that don’t read Technique and Diabolic’ll put you in a hospital Unplugging your fuckin' life-support module [Verse 2 - Diabolic:] Yo, Diabolic, I laugh at life death and anguish And stay talkin' shit like it's my second language I drink away my stress with a case of Mic's Takin' more shots than 50's face and chest Burnin' haze unless I'm out, sparkin' the chocolate Drunk stage diving, startin' a mosh-pit Part of my logic's dodging maisonic lodges Or plottin' to stop in with a Glock and rob it Unlock the knowledge, human sacrifice While they movin' satellites with zoom-in camera sight I lose my appetite, confused and mad at life Actin' cool 'till I act a fool and smash your wife Belignorant, down to my mug-shot and fingerprints Honestly, I don't give a fuck what you think of it Go figure it, a scumbag on a preacher's frequency I leave the reaper sleepin' peacefully for even peekin' in [Verse 3 - Poison Pen:] Yeah, I'm a bohemuth, a goon with brains Wildin' out, just romp a room A gang stoppin' the fool who can't gut a mouth Old train is null and void It's a no-brainer, we them Gully Get a grip prick, I care about what With a brick fist, push it with hair in the duck poison puff Don't think the man should I would do that dope smoke, while the trees so damn good It's a reflex, I leave a legacy I'm Brooklyn like the D Steps, flash ?? Snatch begets, this hatchet that I got Order ??, or trashcan I ain't no gansta rapper, I'm a rapper that's gangsta We make cadavers out of your favorite bastards There's so much pussy 'round here, I don't know who to blast It's kind of strong, it'll leave you kind of fucked Yo there's ?? of us, I say ?? too much I don't writes raps on loosely, playbook Since I got my side contager, why use paper Yo I come to your town (knuckle you up) Then knuckle you down (throw your hood up) I'll burn your hood down, do not try it We can re-inact it the ?? ?? I grab my gloves, hit the block with straight ground hood niggas You in the club, puffin' cock, straight grind on niggas Your flow, got a lot of fag in it So I got flammable Bibles with a rag in it I'm a Frugu I'll cop a dozen tomorrow, save for 2012 And front like it's the dough bad You know that when I rock it What they bop to is Mr. Soapy Clean music, bitch Boy why ya scared, cause I'm 'bout to ?? ?? ?? And we weigh 300 plus, or four of y'all mothafuckas is like one of us, dudes One day or another, I'mma find you, I'mma getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha One day or another, I'mma find you, I'mma getcha