Lick Shots Songtext / Lyric

feat. Chino XL, Crooked.I

[Intro]

This is an 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 shots, lick shots, like shots)



[Chorus: Immortal Technique]

Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots

Lick shots for the revolution

Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots

But watch, where the fuck you shootin

Yo where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?

Where the fuck you niggaz aimin at?

Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?

This is only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah






[Immortal Technique]

Volume one cop killa, hip-hop has never been realer

Volume 2 shot up the president like a guerrilla

New York police state capital tried to swallow me

Locked me longer than Puerto Rico been a colony

Thirteenth Amendment slavery property

And now they signin rappers that promote their philosophy?

Fuck that, nigga hip-hop is not Republican

That's just the white motherfuckers that own the publishin

And get the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone

I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn

Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day (WHAT?)

Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!)

You damn right the AK, symbolize a jihad

But a holy war, is a conversation with God

You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand

Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man

Shootin each other, shootin your brother

Aimed the gun at the right motherfucker

And leave him colder than the prison in Russia

Or America's white power structure

Niggaz love to say "Fuck revolution!"

Until the jury comin and move for the prosecution

And them brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton

Forgot about the bullshit music they was producin

But my niggaz aim precisely, through the confusion - AND



[Chorus]



[Crooked.I]

I got a hundred shooters with me, Rugers shoot you through the kidney

Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby

I'm runnin through the city - dear God

if I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me? (huh?)

Somebody told me Glenn Beck as the clan's over

See ya, time to let him see a damn soldier

Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters

Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter

This is my gangsta religion

See I aim with precision, point blank the position

I'm black as the ancient Egyptians

Before European historians went and changed the description

I'm blamed for the 'caine in the kitchen

The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain that I'm pitchin (yea)

Listen, you dudes better watch the hook

I'm a boxer, coppers'll come up, Hoffa look

They wanna get rid of this conscious crook

Like I'm agnostic, apocryphal non-canonical gospel book

But I ain't goin nowhere, that's the motherfuckin truth

America don't care for its inner city youth – so I



[Chorus]



[Chino XL]

Puerto Rican superhero!

Yo, XL eternal my journal, Soujourner, Nat Turner

Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum

He flirted with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust

Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus

I must, take aim when I lick shots

Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch

These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell

Turn us from Shawn Carters to Shawn Combs to Shawn Bell

My temper 'bout to break like levees in New Orleans

Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages

Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the blue and the red

Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his head

Y'all don't lick shots like killers aimin at the Feds

Y'all lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead

Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet

Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the bees

Bzzzt - Chino, and Immortal Tech'

Kill shit like the Chinito at Virginia Tech (what's fuckin with that?)

And Jacob ain't your friend, he's a fuckin jeweler

BLAP, BLAP! I shoot the cats off your fuckin Pumas!



[Chorus]



[Adjusted Chorus]



Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots

Lick shots for the revolution

Lick shots, throw rocks, bomb blocks, guns cocked

But watch where the fuck you shootin'

Where you aimin at, for the fame in rap

Where the fuck you niggas aimin' at

Where you trainin' at

Fuck the game of rap

This is only for the hardcore wherever you at