Immortal Technique - Reverse Pimpology feat. Mojo | Текст песни

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• Reverse Pimpology feat. Mojo

Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders.
Ya'll niggas want to be pimps and players?
This aint 1997 nigga.

I'd rather be rich and unhappy, then broke and miserable.
Because the game don't give a fuck, If you lyrical.
And that pitiful, so my position is pivotal.
You can hate me all you like, but you worship the principle.
I inspire revolution, the governments not invincible.
Vietnam to Venezuela trick knoledge they pimpin you, all up in the hood,
like Mc Donald's and liquor.
Selling AIDS medicine, well we know you got the cure nigga.
You leary 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, smart nigga from the hood pussy.
What type of crime is that,
But execs are like 'you from Harlem where your diamonds at?'
(Stupid nigga)

This is how pimps get pimped,
And players get played,
Rich people get robbed,
And broke niggas get payed.
New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L.A,
Miami, DC, B-More and out in the bay.

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 couchie,
Cover your head like coofee some rappers think that they live in a movie.
Until they get herpies, 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.
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Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks doesnt it.
But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life because of it.
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you fatherless.
Before jail racist cops, that's what the problem is.

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.

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.
Cater to 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 bump me.
This aint underground fans, where all the colour 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 *belong at* republican fundraisers with kid rock,
I hope one my of fans has one of your kids shot,
And blames 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 outa 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.

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