The Illest

[Jean Grae] I burn my bridges with a blow torch A rebel born from verbal holocaust Dirty and never try to cleanse to get the drama off The swiftest stealth assassin snipe you from balcony shots A terrorist position, professional from the opera box Rhyme documents infamous like the Bill of Rights Illa tight, havin' niggas open like the thrill of dykes Jean Grae, Yakuza mass murderer, friends who got The dirt on her, foes who never heard of her Wild Style, my mouth bomb the train up I spit Krylon in five colors When I speak I spray my name up, split your wig up like Denny and Bruce Splash your remains and brains out on the street like Henny and juice Noose your neck and loosen your spine from back Shift your spleen, rip till it's just obscene From downtown spillin' it, New York Illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a girl Like a nigga what [Scratches] [Pumpkinhead] I've been through hell and back, scars swell on my back I spit bars, y'all spit repetitive raps I'm a street dude, who decided to rhyme With lines that'll crack the disc between your mind And your spine, that's why, y'all wanna bite my design And that's why, usually I hold the mic like a nine Pistol whip you on the side of your eye, watch it Pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors when It rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in A lightning storm, with the top down, we got This locked down, like convicts on the run Getting shot down, we four times Gaining yards in the whole line, see me And Tech we steadily building, and we about To blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building And all them niggas get mad when we step in The building, cause we make the crowd jump And hit they heads on the ceiling, what [Scratches] [Immortal Technique] I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia Bury competition like Mesopotamia Emanating, radiation pissing liquid uranium I bring the rock like European drunks in soccer stadiums I'll split your cranium with perfect symmetry, lyrically If your not the illest, then you don't deserve to spit with me OBS obliterating bastards sacrilegiously I sacrifice niggas who talk shit ritualistically Meticulously makin' all my rivals suicidal Like white suburban kids on acid reading the Satanic Bible My arrival is genocidal, like Christopher Columbus Exterminating races of whack MC's that walk among us I've just begun to bust, I'll make this place, open candela These racist cops wanna lock me longer then Nelson Mandela Pissed off, I'm making hella paper, East to West coast And I treat the law in this country like a motherfuckin' joke Cause if I'm willin' to smoke the president, while he's sniffin' his coke You know it don't mean shit to me to cut a fuckin' cops throat [Immortal Technique talking] Yea, Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique DP-one, tell 'em what the fuck we about to do [Scratches] Sh..sh..sh..shit on the whole industry