Arm Yourself
[Chorus: DV Alias Khrist]
This game is cold
I told my broad I won't be comin home
Lost my job, I lost my mind
Lost everything I own
The city got me fucked up
Yo these pigs got me fucked up
Music on the radio is fucked up
I hop in the truck and only wanna feel the pain
[Chino XL]
Chino XL, and FUCK everybody else!
FUCK everybody else! FUCK everybody else!
Immortal Technique, and FUCK everybody else!
FUCK everybody else! FUCK everybody else!
Psycho Realm, and FUCK everybody else!
FUCK everybody else! FUCK everybody else!
Real lyricists and FUCK everybody else!
All my street soldiers stand up, arm yo'selves
[Sick Jacken]
What the fuck happened to rap?
I need to put my lyrical clip in, it's on homie, gun clappin is back
These pop acts make me wanna pop gats
This whole shit is fucked up cause radio just broadcast trash
You're out of whack, blast my semi-auto tracks
Launchin deadly hollow caps and takin out the wack and many follow that
Swallow that, I'll burn your vocal like I'm bottle Jack
You thought you had the streets cause I was gone, well we just got it back
Homie you can check my team
It's super ugly when you get us all together - Sick, Tech and Chi
This reign of terror won't end with me
I spawned a little Psycho cause my baby mama kept that seed
Now I'ma take a little trip to these radio stations
Grab them punk ass DJ's, wave guns in their faces
If they don't play my shit then it's welcome to Hell
Cause all we want is Immortal Tech, Chino and The Psycho Realm
[Chorus]
[Chino XL]
Immortal Technique, and FUCK everybody else!
FUCK everybody else! FUCK everybody else!
Psycho Realm, and FUCK everybody else!
FUCK everybody else! FUCK everybody else!
Chino XL, and FUCK everybody else!
FUCK everybody else! FUCK everybody else! (YEAH!)
Real lyricists and FUCK everybody else!
All my street soldiers stand up, arm yo'selves
Yo, yeah, yo
Chino's ill, slap off your cosmetics
I arm myself like a veteran puttin on prosthetics
My barbaric genetics bring pain
The only +Revolution+ that you've ever seen is Prince's group and "Purple Rain"
Deranged monster is sponsored
You get shit on and pissed on like Tila Tequila at a Juggalos concert
Ain't tryna be glamorous, hammers we snap like cameras
I'm fuckin intense/in tents like teenage camp counselors
Spit blood through your stereo, there we go, time for your burial
Fag niggaz after you rhyme say "No hetero"
My murderous sentences, no secrets where my weapons is
Locked in the closet next to pop rappers sexual preferences
Amber alert, your girl's mouth ran away with my kids
If you're sick then I should be diagnosed with three days to live (yeah)
You slip I'll kidnap you and give you a mean death
Beat you with your Blackberry 'til there's barely a screen left (aww man!)