Arm Yourself - Chino XL, Chino XL feat. Sick Jacken, Immortal Technique, DV Kryst

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

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!

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 coz radio just broadcast trash

Surround the wack, blast my semi-auto tracks

Launching deadly hollow caps and taking out the whack

And many follow that, swallow that…

I’ll burn you vocal like a bottle Jack

You thought you had the streets coz 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 coz 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»

Coz all we want is Immortal Tech, Chino & the Psycho Realm!

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!

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 till 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!

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 ya 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

Muthafuckas 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!