Keepin’ It Raw

Lyrics

[Intro] "How can we be sure of anything?" "Keepin' it raw" - Immortal Technique (x5) [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, shut the fuck up. My life like a photo shoot Superman style, switch clothes in a phone booth, so loose James Bond-proof with a gold tooth, showing troops How to move loot in a warzone. You soup like wanton Without chips like Bon Ton Blow your face up calm, smack you with bomb palms Be explosive, Independence Day rewind God on stage, wise man C-Rayz shine Fuck your mind up—get slain, you plain piece of brain You a rookie thirsty to bust, but you can't aim Now we move frames like museums with big names Get slain on the D-Train, disclaim your fame Denounce your name, sell your soul like that chain It's rain for you thirsty birds—eat my words I slurred some of the illest verbs on these curbs Trucks swerve on the birds, got the power to splurge and make 'em merge [Chorus: Samples with Scratches by Fresno (AKA Madsol Desar)] (x4) "Keepin' it raw" - Immortal Technique "Wanted by the law for..." - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta - "Verbal Glock" [Verse 2: Immortal Technique] I'm the reason that the rest of your life is obsolete, motherfucker I'll wave my hand and lift you off of your feet Hold you above the city and drop you onto the street Elevate your dead body and watch history repeat as I Drop you from the stratosphere back to the concrete, them I'ma Send a psychic probe to bomb your fleet and psychologically Reconstruct all of your peeps. I'm like The Bodysnatchers, motherfucker, you shouldn't sleep I penetrate deep with murderous tactics I'm raw like AIDS patients that are sexually active, who don't Tell the people that they fuck what they contracted I'll smack The top of your head and leave your body compacted I impact the Earth, causing worldwide emergency You couldn't Face-Off with me during plastic surgery I don't need to destroy you with the communist insurgency I'll just look at you and leave you "Bleeding Internally" [Chorus: Samples with Scratches by Fresno (AKA Madsol Desar)] (x6) "Keepin' it raw" - Immortal Technique "Wanted by the law for..." - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta - "Verbal Glock" [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] Immortal Technique and C-Rayz, two dark men That use a mic to spark men like Phil Hartman At point-blank or miles away like the greatest marksman When the Devil takes a human form, then I stomp men From Chicago to Compton, New York to Boston (Boston) Spitting automatically don't make me get on some record label mentality And start pimping every single member of your family [Bridge: Samples with Scratches by Fresno (AKA Madsol Desar)] "Wanted by the law" - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta - "Verbal Glock" "Yeah, I got some last words Fuck all y'all" [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] Son of a gun on punishment, my father was a strict 9/strychnine Spooked by the Tales of the Crypt Keeper inside Opposite of MLK, I'm a violent brother Slash your girl's best friend—call me "Diamond Cutter" I freestyle like runaway slave Olympics Abstract regular, complex simplistics Throwing stones at tanks, I rock heavy metal Battle me, boy, I wish you wood like Geppetto I'm fully dressed butt-naked, authentically faking Earthquake-shaking like my wife's vibrations Windstorms hit like uncertain arrivals of lizards I stand close to walls like number four to blizzards I smoke gats save 'em to puff later, gun clips Sun spits with tremendous force like tongue bricks Drop hot shit like addicts of Tabasco and cajun C-Rayz, Stronghold, Plague born blazing! [Outro: Sample] "Keepin' it raw" - Immortal Technique (x3)