What about that life Trapped in a world where money controls you Hustle hard or be a piece of shit Watching the tears rolling down your face I'm throwing away diamonds Suck my fuck I'm a bad motherfucker not a fucking role model Fuck church, hit a bong,

All our Gods have abandoned us We are beggars We are so fucking weak And once upon a time we had the world at our feet Well, we're all dying to meet our maker But all our Gods have abandoned us This is the great esoteric depression We sold our souls but

Boots and blood To save it all To give it all To end it all I won't waste words on you Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it all I will rain down on you with Think of one word to change the world

This is the Invasion! The Evil Genius Green Lantern! Immortal Technique, "The 3rd World" (It's on now motherfucker - ha ha, drop) You ain't got the right to bear arms, huh? Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherfuckin firearm (Lick shots, lick

Yeah, yeah go So fucking determined You better believe it, confidence Spit out all reason I'm fucking determined I'm tired of holding up the weight, the weight of the mother fucking world

I usually don't do this, but fuck it You know what? (you know what?) You're like the hardest thing I've ever seen And I'm from the gutter so believe me I've seen some hard things You come from where the black flower grows I wanted to cut you down and

Fuck it all! fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me! I am the push that makes you move Over and over and under my skin Fuck you all! Running out of ways to run

Well my devil won't let me out Well my devil won't (Fuck the law) As I maneuver through the streets A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree (Like, fuck them all) I pray the soldiers get release The price of grief wasn't cheap

Now blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found

Two...three...four...I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't gots no more... Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me