Immortal Technique
Obnoxious
[Intro]
Asshole
Ha-ha-ha-ha, don num
Num, num, num-num
Num, num, num-num
Yeah, yeah, ha-ha

[Verse 1]
I'm obnoxious, motherfucker, can't you tell?
Run through Little Havana, yellin', "¡Viva Fidel!"
Jerkin' off with the sheets when I stay at hotels
Drinkin' Bacardi; AA meetings
Smokin' a L
I'm broke as hell
My attitude is no good
Like workin' for white people after watchin' Rosewood
So I'm a mercenary, I don't care how I get richer
Like American companies that did business with Hitler

Get the picture, n***a?
I'm the best of both worlds
Without the hidden camera
And the 12-year-old girl
Let's face it, you're basic
You aren't half the man that I am
I'll throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my hand
Gimme a hundred grand!
Gimme your watch!
Gimme your chain!
That's your girl?
Bitch, get over here!
Gimme some brain!
I'll bust off on her face
And right after the segment
She'll probably rub it in her pussy
Tryna get herself pregnant

I said it, I meant it, that's the way I deal with enemies
Like pro-lifers that support the death penalty
And don't talk about war when n***as know that you puss
A fuckin' hypocrite, draft-dodger like George Bush
Don't push me, n***a, 'cause I'm close to the edge
And I'll jump off with a rope that's wrapped around ya head
Send a dead fetus to my ex on Valentine's Day
The safety's off, n***a, so get the fuck out my way!

[Hook]
Obnoxious, n***a
Murderous lyrics
I know that you hear it (Yeah)
Now that I'm gettin' closer and closer
I know that you feel it (Yeah)
You're eatin' off rap
And I hope you choke on your gimmick
N***as said Hip-Hop was dead
But I'm invokin' a spirit
We takin' it back in the day to the Golden Age
When wack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage
Immortal Technique, I made this to bump in your ride
Or burn it off the Internet and bump it outside
N***a, we keepin' it live, we keepin' it live
We keepin' it live, we keepin' it live
Burn it off the fuckin' Internet and bump it outside (Yeah n***a!)
[Verse 2]
Look, motherfucker, my words damage and slaughter
A ragin' alcoholic like the President's daughters
Disgustin' flow, like third-world-country tap water
But before I hit the border
Someone give me a quarter
'Cause I'ma prank call COP-SHOT just for kicks
Payback for every time that they called me a spic
And Puerto-Rican chicks tell me that I fuck like I'm loco
And Dominican women call me the "Rompe Toto"
They call me "ocioso," I'd rather get fired than quit
I get unemployment, you work, and we makin' the same shit
How dare you n***as criticize the way that I spit?
You coffee-shop revolutionary son of a bitch!

But you know what the fuck I think is just pathetic and gay?
When n***as speculate what the fuck 'Pac would say
You don't know shit about a dead man's perspective
And talkin' shit'll get your neck bone disconnected
Disrespected
N***as don't show no love
Why you tryna be hardcore, you fuckin' homo thug?
And don't be sensitive and angry at the shit that I wrote
'Cause if you can take a fuckin' dick, you can take a joke
I'll choke your friends in front of you to prove that you've fallen off
And you won't do shit about it like the Church during the Holocaust
Kalashnikov machine gun flow that I fire
Obnoxious until they shoot me on the day I retire
[Hook]
Obnoxious, n***a
Murderous lyrics
I know that you hear it
Now that I'm gettin' closer and closer
I know that you feel it
You're eatin' off rap
And I hope you choke on your gimmick
N***as said Hip-Hop was dead
But I'm invokin' a spirit
We takin' it back in the day to the Golden Age
When wack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage
Immortal Technique, I made this to bump in your ride
Or burn it off the Internet and bump it outside
N***a, we keepin' it live, we keepin' it live
We keepin' it live, we keepin' it live
Burn it off the fuckin' Internet and bump it outside, ha-ha-ha (Yeah n***a!)

[Verse 3]
Damn, homie!
In high school I beat the shit out of you and your man, homie
Your girl wanna blow me
And don't even know me
She lonely
And she think you a phony
I take a piss on a development deal from Sony
Or Def Jam
'Cause you're like all of the rest, man
This ain't a verse, this is shit-talk at the end of the song
And you can suck a dick if you think I ended it wrong
Fuck you and I'm gone, ha-ha-ha-ha! (Fuck y'all n***as)

[Outro]
Peace to the Stronghold, EOW (Cut)
Word-A-Mouf, Forbidden Chapters
IAK n***as
Wax Poe, killin' you slow
The Plague, I'll murder a show
You don't even know
Yeah, foul play n***a
Ha-ha-ha, Harlem, woah!