Immortal Technique - One Lyrics
[Intro]Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's goodYeah, you know a remix just feels right dog?Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on themKnahmsayin?No question, it's like the elders told meNo one person can do anything, but everyone can do somethingSo we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right nowThe outro tip, the One Remix, yo[Akir]One Enterprises, comprises the artist and the soundThe pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting downPray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me downSlave for my papers as I savor the way that it poundsIt's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely foundFacing the nation complacent radio stations nowStop hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitientStart motivating and get them playin the shit we sayinAin't no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed inCause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasionsThey fouls are more than flagrantAnd so I see the prisons cages while I pound the pavementLooking for payment saying ***** enslavementUsin the tools of old ancientsAnnouncing my engagment to this music that we makingAin't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrapIt's like[Hook]One loveOne musicOne peopleOne movementOne heartOne sparkOne, One, One, OneOne giftOne liftOne stanceOne shiftOne wayOne dayOne, One, One, One, One[Immortal Technqique]Immortal Technique in the trenches with my nigga AkirOur family surived the genocides so we can be hereAnd now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the sameLiving the revolution 'till we catch one in the brainAnd even then my spirit will return in heavenly formAnd wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies pawnsThe red don communist threat, burried and goneSo they invented a war, the goverment can carry onIt makes me wonder if the word of god is lost in the manThis is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sandThis is for the illest emcees that'll never be knownAnd this is for all the soliders that'll never come homeI wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beastFor people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peaceFor hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking VersaceEddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend SashiChris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cellPaul Wolfowitz, mother*****er I'll see you in hellMy destiny is to show the world, that the music is realGo back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the fieldAnd for my children in the future, waiting to breathePeople slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leaveBelieve when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelfI'll be one with god and one with you and everything else[Hook][Immotal Technique talking]Yeah..Revolutionary Volume 2 has been brought to youBy the type of mother*****ers who ain't scared of shitAnd if you playing this album, and I'm no longer hereAnd sometime far away from when I recorded thisRemember that historyIsn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look likeRead between the lines and free your mindRevolution is the birth of equalityAnd the anti-thesis to oppressionBut this is only built for real mother*****ersSo when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along withTry to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocalsThe shit is real over here manThank you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip HopThe heart and soul of our cultureKeeping the truth aliveGoodnight my people.. goodnight.. 
