your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC ''cause AIDs infested child molesters aren'
war I can use that money, so I can feed the poor 'Cause I know some so poor When it rains, that's when they shower Screamin', "Fight the power" That'
he had plenty **** She was too young, so now he got a new one 'Cause shorty went and bought her a new **** See when she catch this ****, she gon' do somethin' Not fight
The shit that you promote Fighting, fucking Like you don't want to grow Your talking so much sex But you not telling, you spelt AIDS And you not tell
be the receptacle of blame May you never be the scapegoat for a whole world full of shame May you never be fighting for your life And at the same time have to fight
Northern birds are lazy ugly whores who smell of burgers So dont have too much to drink or you might fuck one and end up getting aids Theres nothing
for ME and COPD, HIV, PD and DVT Paracetomoxyfrusebendroneomycin, Paracetomoxyfrusebendroneomycin, It reverses impotence and makes you good at fighting
, that death be in the case I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the pagan face Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS I paint the
to that cause I make this hardcore gansta shit so fun to rap You in trouble like no gun to clap in the middle of Pakistan Either you fight or you clap
get in? DD: We could take the janitor for all they gear and they timbs VP: e could tell them that we tryin' to raise money for aids DD: And we could start
Middle Passage, Israel versus Palestine It's the cult leader drink your Kool-Aid roll with the doctors that produce AIDS I open my mouth, I shoot flames the freedom fighter
Uhh is it my mission a choice ? From the wooden chair beside my window I only see that the million dollars man spent Hadn't avoid him to feel the ill Aids
is cursed by The Church of Rome? What you own means nothing What you gets means nothing What you are means nothing What's a crown of gold if you are fighting aids
goodbye Almost like your life Almost like your endless fight Cursed, the day is long Realize you don't belong Disconnect somehow Never stop complaining now Almost like your fight
why big daddy was with da rest And my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car wreck It ain't muthafucker down on dope, on crack or AIDS And
Gerald Levert, bitch! [Chorus: Immortal Technique, Poison Pen, Swave Sevah] [I.T.] Stronghold tighten the grip, on the underground [P.P.] I fight back
be acceptin judgement so I made my choice I aint acceptin nothing I don?t believe your truth, I?ve been lied to So if your ready to fight, I?m right
just push double Y And I always spit fly, and never be afraid 'Cause Bumpy ain't leavin, 'til Bumpy get paid You niggas is like little AIDS infecting