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Correct Reverse Pimpology Lyrics
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Immortal Technique
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Correct Reverse Pimpology
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Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders Ya'll niggas want to be pimps and players? This ain't 1997 nigga I'd rather be rich and unhappy, then broke and miserable Because the game don't give a fuck, if you live at all And that pitiful, so my position is pivotal You can hate me all you like, but you worship 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, well we know you got the cure nigga You livia conspiracy theory, but hear me From a business perspective it makes more sense, clearly 'Cuz more over, 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, so a nigga from the hood pussy What type of crime is that But execs are like 'you from Harlem where your diamonds at?' (Stupid nigga) (It's all part of the game If you looking for the money or the fame The players and rules ain't change You see we're tryin' to leave a name So we're turnin' out) This is how pimps get pimped, And players get played Rich people get robbed And broke niggas get paid New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A Miami, DC, Bemore and out in the bay (With everything out of the frame See, we deserve to stake that claim If we didn't it's a crying a shame What we're concerned about Is how to turn it out) Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of fucking her Lots of niggas girls are someone else's one night stand I probably make some bitches nervous, listening with they man And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you What you think? Revolutionaries don't like to fuck too You just gotta be wearin' dangerous gouchie Cover your hair like coofy some rappers think that they live in a movie Until they get herpes, a clap from a groupie And I don't need to shout you out Nigga you know who you be Look. These people are only players because they got played And have not let go of that shit since the seventh grade Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks doesn't it But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it Someone did your mother like that, that's why your fatherless Before jail racist cops, that's what the problem is (The game, gaaammmee Who's the one to place that blame We gettin' trapped in a cycle of pain With a generation headed down the drain That's how we turn it out) This is how pimps get pimped And players get played Beautiful women get cheated on And gangsters sprayed Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta, Texas, Vegas, Seattle And down fucked up Louisiana (Regardless of the money you're paying To Spend it on a watch and chain But can't offer your children a thing What the hell is going on in your brain We gonna turn it out) I'm not a crack rapper I'm not a back packer I'm not a whack rapper Moonlighting as a bad actor I treat labels like the projects, 'cuz I'm a hater Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator Haters or hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers Bootleg my own album, to reach customers Every city state, in the country, the hood loves me Even aborigines in Australia bum me This ain't underground fans, where all the color are talcum And who the fuck you think buy Fifty and Jay albums? Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre platinum Call up any major record label and ask them But they some devils in disguise in hip hop That the moment Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock I hope one my of fans has one of your kids shot And blame it on acid, Prozac and Slipknot You a pussy acting hard like bitch cop I'd drop you do the floor like a reverse wrist lock Eat your food and shit on you, like a highway pit stop And make revolutionaries outta kids that used to flip rocks The government pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq And history repeats itself, right on track 'Cuz thats a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why) Because its funny mother fucker's don't see it come around again When can we be free (be free) We only want to live our lives (live our lives) With our eyes open (open your eyes) Stupid motherfucker (stupid motherfucker) (Open your eyes) Open your eyes Before you die (before you die)
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