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