Crossing The Boundary

[Verse 1]I never make songs to disrespect womanor to judge people about the way that they're livingbut the way

I am is based on the life

I was givenlike them white boys; +

Losing My

Religion+I used to be a christian and a political pawnthe bible is right and all your native culture is wrongnext thing you know you telling me 'bout making a songcome in the studio, and tell me that

I'm making it wrongpissed off 'cause reality is making us stronglike the ghost of

Timothy Mc

Veigh making a bomb'ey yo

Marvin Gaye, what the ************* is going onthese rap *************s made propaganda out of your songbut it's the gong show, amature night at the apollomy ************* is like my music, but harder to swallowso children follow me, like the pied piperand sing the chorus in the air, with your blood in your lighter(sing that *************t *************, right now)[Chorus X 2]

You played yourself thinking your down with me

I end your life *************, don't ************* around with meand if you kids can't listen, then your bound to seethe way you get shot for crossing the boundary[Verse 2]

The second verse is worse than the first and disrespectsscripted specifically to keep people in check

Harlem to

Boston, real *************s spit with mebut

Landspeed, you ain't ******g *************t to meand underground labels know that

I don't trust youyour only independent till your major, so ************* youand if your pissed off 'cause you think that

I dissed you

I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue+

Dance With

The Devil+ remember that your not on my levelstupid your not ready,

I won Disypher,

Bragging Rights from

Rocksteadyand practically every battle that they got in

New Yorkand

I still murder rappers on the street for sport

Doctor Guillotine cutting you short little manbut you don't give me props 'cause

I never won at

Scribble Jamwell ************* you,

I hope somebody you love dies, so ************* your crewand ************* your family too,

Technique said it *************

What the ************* you gonna do[Chorus X 2](Yeah, Wrap it up on these *************z, wrap it up, Yeah)[Verse 3]

Immortal Technique insinerate degenerate fag*************urn

Trent Lott, wrapped in his confederate flag

I got the

Beretta with my face wrapped in a ragso put the

African slave jewelery in the bagmother******s tell me, that a diamond is foreverbut is it worth the blood of

Malcolm and

Mekka evers?house *************s get your head severed trying to be thugyou don't concern me,

You trying to hurt the people you love

Word of Mouth is

I'm in the club being sneaky

I'm like the body snatchers and your girl as getting sleepy

I'll murder you indiscreetly, right at the sourcelike the roman

Legion and and it stabbed

Christ on the crossthis is about you tho, it ain't about

Jesusand you shouldn't ******g talk about telekenesis************* please, moving *************t with your mindtry moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymesand next time,

I'm coming after 'cual quiera' profanity******g 'carajo maldita mierda'roll up 'de hierva, i pasala, para la isquierda'put the price up to listen to me pop *************t'cause

I got Martha

Steward giving me stock tipsunderground money with honeys up in the whip

Bangbus.com, ************* ******g your *************

Yeah, played yourself ************************** all ya, you don't know *************t about mewhy open ya mouth and discuss who the *************

I amI thought

I told ya *************z on volume one,

I wasn't ******g aroundyou just slept, 'cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden erawhen *************z would buy anything on the shelfbut those days are through, and you are through with them