Reverse Pimpology

Intro: Immortal Technique
Hypocrites, hookers, *** offenders
Y'all *************s wanna be pimps and players?
This ain't 1997 *************
Verse 1: Immortal Technique
I'd rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable
Cause the game don't give a ************* if you lyrical
And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal
You can hate me all you like but you wor*************p the principle
I inspire revolution, the government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they pimpin you
All up in the hood like McDonald's and liquor
Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure ************* (woo!)
You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me
From a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly
Cause moreover, that's what we go to war over
And numbers don't lie unless we do Bush and Gore over
Free markets make money disingenuously
But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry
Smart ************* from the hood, *************, what type of crime is that?
But exec's are like, "You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?"
Chours: Mojo and Immortal Technique
Can't dodge the game
Stupid
If you lookin' for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
The players and the rules ain't changed (oh no)
But see we tryin' to leave a name
So we're turnin' out
Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played
Rich people get robbed and, broke *************s paid
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A
Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay
We're tearin it out of the frame
See we deserve to stake that claim
If we didn't it's a cryin shame
What we're concerned about is how to turn it out
Verse 2: Immortal Technique
Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of ****** her
Lots of *************s girls is someone else's one night stand
I probably made some ******* nervous listenin with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, ************* you!
What you think, revolutionaries don't like to ************* too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a movie
Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out, ************* you know who you be
Look, most people are only players cause they got played
And have not, let go of that, *************t since the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it?
But you shouldn't ************* up someone else's life because of it
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you fatherless
Before jail or racist cops, that's what the problem is
Chours 2: Mojo and Immortal Technique
See who's the one to place that blame
We getting trapped in cycle of pain
With a generation headed down the drain
That's how we're turning out
This is how pimps get pimped
And players get played
Beautiful women get cheated on
And gangsters strayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and ****** Louisiana
Regardless of the money you're paid
You spend it on a watch and a chain
But can't offer your children a thing
What the hell is goin' on in your brain?
Verse 3: Immortal Technique
Yeah, I'm not a crack rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor
I treat labels like the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers
Bootleg my own album, to reach customers (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood love me
Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me
They say underground fans are all the color of talcum
But who the ************* you think buy 50 and Jay albums?
Who the ************* you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any major record label and ask 'em
But there's some, devils in disguise in hip-hop
That belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock (*************!)
I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot (*************!)
And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot
You a ************* actin hard like a ************* cop
I'll drop you to the floor like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and *************t on you, like a highway pit stop
And make, revolutionaries out of kids that used to flip rocks
The government, pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq
And history, repeats itself right on track (how?)
First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause it's funny, mother*******s don't see it come around again
Outro: Mojo and (Immortal Technique)
Where, can we be free? (************* we gon' be free man?)
We only wanna live our lives
Live our lives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes open your eyes
You stupid mother*******s - you stupid mother*******s
Open your eyes, before you die