Crossing the Boundary

(Verse 1)

I never make songs to disrespect women

Or to judge people about the way that they're livin'

But the way I am is based on the life I was given

Like them white boys, losin' my religion

I used to be a Christian and a political pawn

The Bible is right and all your native culture is wrong

Next thing you know you tellin' me 'bout makin' a song

Come in the studio, and tell me that I'm makin' it wrong

Pissed off 'cause reality is makin' us strong

Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh makin' a bomb

Ayo, Marvin Gaye, what the ************* is goin' on?

These rap *************s made propaganda out of your song

But it's the Gong Show, amateur night at the Apollo

My ************* is like my music but harder to swallow

So, children, follow me, like the Pied Piper

And sing the chorus in the air, with your blunt and your lighter

(Hook)

You played yourself thinkin' you're down with me

I end your life, *************, don't ************* around with me

And if you kids can't listen, then you're bound to see

The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary

You played yourself thinkin' you're down with me

I end your life, *************, don't ************* around with me

And if you kids can't listen, then you're bound to see

The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary

(Verse 2)

The second verse is worse than the first in disrespect

Scripted specifically to keep people in check

Harlem to Boston, real *************s spit with me

But Landspeed, you ain't ******' *************t to me

And underground labels know that I don't trust you

You're only independent 'til you're major, so ************* you!

And if you're pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you

I'll rape your moms so we can make this a personal issue

Dance with the Devil, remember that you're not on my level

Stupid, you're not ready

I won Disypher, Bragging Rights from Rocksteady

And practically every battle that they got in New York

And I still murder rappers on the street for sport

Doctor Guillotine cuttin' you short, little man

But you don't give me props, 'cause I never won at Scribble Jam

Well, ************* you! I hope someone you love dies

So, ************* your crew! And ************* your family, too!

Technique said it, *************, what the ************* you gonna do?

(Hook)

You played yourself thinkin' you're down with me

I end your life, *************, don't ************* around with me

And if you kids can't listen, then you're bound to see

The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary

You played yourself thinkin' you're down with me

I end your life, *************, don't ************* around with me

And if you kids can't listen, then you're bound to see

The way you get shot for crossin' the boundary

(Interlude)

Yeah, wrap it up on these *************s!

Wrap it up, yeah!

(Verse 3)

Immortal Technique incinerates degenerate fags

Burn Trent Lott wrapped in his Confederate flag

I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag

So put the African slave jewelry in the bag

Mother******s tell me that a diamond is forever

But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Medgar Evers?

House *************s, get your head severed, tryin' to be thug

You don't concern me, I'm tryin' to hurt the people you love

Word of mouth is I'm in the club, bein' sneaky

I'm like the body snatchers, and your girl is gettin' sleepy

I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source

Like the Roman Legionnaire that stabbed Christ on the cross

This is about you, though; it ain't about Jesus

And you shouldn't ******' talk about telekenesis

*************, please, movin' *************t with your mind

Try movin' your moms out the projects with your rhymes

And next time, I'm comin' after cualquiera

Profanity, ******' carajo maldita mierda!

Roll up the hierba, y pasala, para la izquierda

Put the price up to listen to me pop *************t

'Cause I got Martha Stewart givin' me stock tips

Underground money with honeys up in the whip

Bangbus.com, *************, ******' your *************

(Outro)

Yeah, played yourself, *************, ************* all of y'all!

You don't know *************t about me

Why open your mouth and discuss who the ************* I am?

I thought I told y'all *************s on Volume One

I wasn't ******' around, you just slept

'Cause you sold a few thousand units in the golden era

When *************s would buy anything on the shelf

But those days are through, and you are through with them