Arm Yourself

Lyrics

[Chorus 1: DV Alias Khrist] This game is cold, I told my broad I won't be coming home I 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 want to feel the pain [Hook 2: 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 yourselves! [Verse 1: Sick Jacken] What the fuck happened to rap? I need to put my lyrical clip in It's on homie, gun clapping is back These pop acts make me wanna pop gats This whole shit is fucked up 'cause radio just broadcast trash Surround the wack, blast my semi-auto tracks Launching deadly hollow caps and taking out the wack And many follow that, swallow that... I'll burn you vocal like a bottle Jack You thought you had the streets 'cause I was gone Well we just got 'em back! Homie you can check my team It's super ugly when you get us all together, Sick, Tech & Chi This reign of terror won't end with me I spawned a little psycho 'cause my baby momma kept that seed Now I'mma take a little trip to these radio stations Grab them punk ass DJs, 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 1: DV Alias Khrist] This game is cold, I told my broad I won't be coming home I 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 want to feel the pain [Hook 3: 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! Real lyricists and fuck everybody else! All my street soldiers STAND UP! Arm yourselves! [Verse 2: Chino XL] Chino's ill, slap off your cosmetics I arm myself like a veteran putting on prosthetics My barbaric genetics bring pain The only Revolution that you've ever seen is Prince's group in 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 like teenage camp councilors Spit blood through your stereo, there we go, time for your burial Fag niggas, after you rhyme say no hetero (hahaha) 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 You slip I kidnap you and give you a mean death Beat you with your Blackberry 'til there's barely a screen left Jack and Tech my dawgs like Andrés in the Philippines My mistress is villainy, rape and pillage 'em lyrically My symphony's sinfully biblically loved by killers Who gives a fuck who's the greatest rapper alive as-long as Chino's the illest! [Chorus 1: DV Alias Khrist] This game is cold, I told my broad I won't be coming home I 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 want to feel the pain [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] Fuck a silent revolution, soldier, I'm on the warpath I'll throw my commandments down on your platinum calf You'll get your face slashed like a Rikers Island reminder Behind your snipers will find ya whether you run to China Or try to crawl the fuck back in your mother's vagina, (bitch!) And I don't need a fuckin' co-signer (hahaha) To murder gassed up underground niggas like coal miners Bring it back paying homage to the old timers I was bred as a carnivore, bred as a cannibal Flow sicker than pictures of people fuckin' animals Like a car crash ripped in half neck to the crotch Motherfuckers scared to stare but they secretly watch Niggas wanna play Shaytan? Well let's get it on I fire missiles like the fuckin' shit that hit the Pentagon You not strong enough to do a song with me I'm the truth Like Tina Turner motherfucker, you'll get raped in a booth! [Chorus 1: DV Alias Khrist] This game is cold, I told my broad I won't be coming home I 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 want to feel the pain [Hook 3]