Treason - Akir, Immortal Technique

Yeah, One Enterprises, Viper Records

Presents Akir, Immortal Technique

And this is «Treason,» bitch!

Uhh

I’m not down with the conscious rap, or the Sambos

My flow is cancerous milk, like Monsanto’s

Sold through the hood in a package of murder

I’m like white people, get fired and back with a burner

Gauge 5 semi, with the infrared beams

So fuck the Ku Klux and the Combat-18

I put bullets in your spleen, sendin' you to the grave

And through all that, a mothafucker still get paid

And ‘cause of that, some niggas can’t stand me, man

But that’s the curse of the slave, like Candyman

House niggas that traded they soul to get ahead (jiggaboo!)

And then fucked over for placin' they faith in the feds (Snitch!)

So while the government talk about a mission to Mars

They leave the hood, stuck in a position to starve

Capitalism’s a religion that makes Satan a god

And teaches self-righteous people to embrace a facade

It’s a cut-throat business the way that we live

Born in the hood, tryin' to see a better life for the kids

It ain’t wrong to make money, legit or illegal

But it’s treason when you turn your back on your people

Yo, yo, they be manipulatin', politicians delegatin'

Task of perpetratin', sounds like Satan

Makin' racist statements of abomination

Niggas pray to somethin' sacred

Waitin' for that force to save 'em, instead of savin'

Movin' destinations, property papers

Waitin on your 40 acres, 'til you old and ancient

Swole or achin' while the hole is gapin'

To cake to make your way in, I pray to God

But all the amen’s in the world’ll never make your aim win

Famous celebrities could fall off like leprosy, they tellin' me

So I pay attention, fuck the envy and the jealousy

Y’all niggas could save, Akir’s a latest rave

Saw me chillin' on The Source page, fanbases span race

Complete with shorties that blaze, be revered in my old age

From rippin' the stage, and even then from above when I wave

Throwin' flowers on my grave, burnin' sage

Saying, «Thanks, Abe, who made ways for freein' the slaves.»

It’s a cut-throat business the way that we live

Born in the hood, tryin' to see a better life for the kids

It ain’t wrong to make money, legit or illegal

But it’s treason when you turn your back on your people

Immortal Technique, Indian chief, Lord Sovereign

Bear claw necklace and the puma moccasins

Legal money, motherfucker, you could bring the coppers in

‘Cause I’ma take a shit on 'em, without Johnny Coch-a-ran

Spittin' Prometheus fire, when I speak to a liar

I’m the last of the Essenes that’ll teach a messiah

Rip your heart out with the technique of a Maya

‘Cause only snitches and Kanye speak through a wire

Freshest attire, speak with desire, close to the passion

I fall from Elijah, size up the evilest liars

Who think they conspire

Music qualify as paranoia, mental occupiers

Tight, like a pair of pliers, brain’s fried up

And so I aspire to erase the pride, usin' amplifiers

To inspire my people, we should hire

Like a lion fightin' vampires, tired on his way to Zion

Never expire, only retire when they call me Sire

It’s a cut-throat business the way that we live

Born in the hood, tryin' to see a better life for the kids

It ain’t wrong to make money, legit or illegal

But it’s treason when you turn your back on your people, yo