The Illest

(Verse 1: 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

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' ****** 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 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 'til it's just obscene

From downtown swingin' it, New York, illest who rip it

Ever, flow like a river, **** your girl like a *****, what

(Scratches)

(Verse 2: 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 9

Pistol-whip you on the side of your eye, watch it pop out

We knock out cats and wipe the floors with their rocks out

Shocked now? Like you drivin' in a lightning storm

With the top down, we got this locked down

Like convicts on the run, gettin' shot down for phone time

We gainin' yards in the whole nine

See, me and Tech, we steadily building

And we about to blow like the Oklahoma Federal Building

And all them ****** get mad when we step in the building 'Cause we make the crowd jump

And hit they head on the ceiling, what

(Scratches)

(Verse 3: Immortal Technique)

I spit heat like the deserts of Saudi Arabia

Bury competition like Mesopotamia

Emanatin' radiation, pissin' liquid uranium

I bring the rock like European drunks in soccer stadiums

I'll split your cranium with perfect symmetry, lyrically

If you're not the illest, then you don't deserve to spit with me

OBS-obliterating bastards sacrilegiously

I sacrifice ****** who talk ****, ritualistically

Meticulously makin' all my rivals suicidal

Like white suburban kids on acid, readin' the Satanic Bible

My arrival is genocidal like Christopher Columbus

Exterminatin' races of wack 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 makin' hella paper, East to West Coast

And I treat the law in this country like a ************' joke

'Cause if I'm willin' to smoke the President

While he's sniffin' his coke

You know it don't mean **** to me to cut a ******' cop's throat

(Outro: Immortal Technique)

Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique

DP-one, tell 'em what the **** we about to do!

{Sh, sh, sh, **** on the whole industry}