Crossing The Boundary Lyrics

Crossing The Boundary lyrics

[Verse 1]

I never make songs to disrespect woman

or to judge people about the way that they're living

but the way I am is based on the life I was given

like them white boys; +Losing My Religion+

I used to be a christian and a political porn

the bible is right and all your native culture is wrong

next thing you know you telling me 'bout making a song

come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong

pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong

like the ghost of Timothy Mc Veigh making a bomb

'ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on

these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song

but it's the gong show, amature night at the apollo

my dick is like my music, but harder to swallow

so children follow me, like the pot piper

and sing the chorus in the air, with your blood in your lighter

(sing that shit nigga, right now)



[Chorus X 2]

You played yourself thinking your down with me

I end your life nigga, don't fuck around with me

and if you kids can't listen, then your bound to see

the way you get shot for crossing the boundary



[Verse 2]

The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects

script this specifically to keep people in check

Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me

but Landspeed, you ain't fucking shit to me

and underground labels know that I don't trust you

your only independent till your major, so fuck you

and if your pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you

I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue

+Dance With The Devil+ remember that your not on my level

stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, Pragging Rights from Rocksteady

and practically every battle that they got in New York

and I still murder rappers on the street for sport

Doctor Giateen cutting you short little man

but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scripple Jam

well fuck you, I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew

and fuck your family too, Technique's at it bitch

What the fuck you gonna do



[Chorus X 2]



(Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggaz, wrap it up, Yeah)



[Verse 3]

Immortal Technique insinuate degenerate fags

burn tretlock, wrapped in his confederate flag

I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag

so put the African slave juvelery in the bag

motherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is forever

but is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Mekka evers?

house niggas get your head sevet? trying to be thug

you don't concern me, I'm trying to hurt the people you love

Word of Mouth is I'm in the club being sneaky

I'm like the body snatchers in your girl as getting sleepy

I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source

like the roman leech and Anit stabbed Christ on the cross

this is about Judo, it ain't about Jesus

and you shouldn't fucking talk about telekenesis

nigga please, moving shit with your mind

try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes

and next time, I'm coming after 'cual quiera' profanity

fucking 'carajo maldita mierda'

roll up 'de hierva, i pasala, para la isquierda'

put the price up to listen to me pop shit

'cause I got Martha Steward giving me stop tips

underground money with honeys up in the whip

Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch



Yeah, played yourself nigga

fuck all ya, you don't know shit about me

why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am

I thought I told ya niggaz on volume one, I wasn't fucking around

you just slept, cuz you sold a few thousand units in the golden era

when niggaz would buy anything on the shelf

but those days are through, and you are through with them