Immortal Technique
Anomalies
[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
Ayyo
You’re blind to the fact ‘cause you’re a coward and a dreamer
A pussy like Nazis hiding in Argentina
Pop shit, I’ll catch you quicker than a misdemeanor
And put you in a fucking box next to Selena
‘Cause I’m the meanest motherfucker you could ever imagine
Incarcerate the universe inside a single atom
But since the populous can’t fathom space and stars, I’ll spit
Razorblades that cover your face with scars, killing you
On the spot like you saw the face of God, empty
The clip in you and load sixteen for your squad. Dying
Is easy, but living with Satan’s gonna be hard. I spit
Revolutionary bars that’ll touch ya
Bolshevik status, murder you like the King of Russia
And on your tombstone, chisel “Fake Motherfucker”
Cocksucker, I played you ‘cause I’m the God, but I wouldn’t send
My son to save you. I gave you the pieces to reconstruct
The world of the past, but all you could do was ridicule
The future and laugh, so I’ma split you in half
Machine gun to your belly, and then I’ll piss all over your little sister
Like R. Kelly. I got more connections than illegals
Selling microchips to hunt you down after I destroy
The mic when I spit. Immortal Technique, bitch!
I’m a real lyricist. Other people just use Jay-Z
As their ventriloquist. Now run and tell your boss
You motherfucking snitch
[Verse 2: D. Rymz]
Most cats
Can’t remember me because my brain shaking energy
Mentally hitting victims so hard they lose they memory
And generally, you’d rather go to Hell than be my enemy
You’re men’ll be with a foot in their chest—there’s the penalty
Devine’ll mutilate drum beats. Before I touch
An emcee in the cypher, I lubricate the tough piece
Spin against his Earth ‘til his reality’s reversed, so when
He spits his best verse, it comes out as his worst, so life
Begins in a hearse and ends it with birth, so everything
That he hate, he loves until it hurts
My logic is sick. All you chumps gotta get sticked. Hot as
The clip that was dipped up in the bottomless pit. With knowledge
Equipped, I thieve on the foolish. Reason I knew this:
Jesus and Judas, Caesar and Brutus
David, Goliath, I’m seizing Devine, you heathens are blind
Be warned: I storm like all four seasons combined
Carve your extremities like mob in the Genovese
Heat the part of the brain in charge of the memories
Dudes done forgot how we starved in the ‘70s
Sons continuing wars, our fathers were enemies
In these dark spots, the don bomb like the Lebanese
The wicked trying to replace God with celebrities
Yeah, you heard me
The wicked trying to replace God with celebrities
[Hook: D. Rymz] (x2)
Too real. Too fake you’re trying to be
My power with words something you ain’t trying to see
A real lyricist in death, so honor me
I am what you’re not, I’m an anomaly