Immortal Technique - Top Of The Food Chain Lyrics
[Intro: Immortal Technique + (Poison Pen)](Uptown, haha) Immortal Technique, Poison PenWe the top of the food chain mother*****erStronghold in it, yoMC's are just figments of my imagination (tell 'em)They don't have to be dissed (tell 'em)I just stop thinkin about them (tell 'em!)And they cease to exist (tell 'em!)Don't get me pissed pussies[Hook: Poison Pen]Desolate easy Jesus{?}, while they squeezin heatersYou better? Then please defeat usLadies is teacher squeezers, they pleased to meet usTop of the food chain, still roll with bottom feedersMy tongue new in late modern English, I'm from the side with heatersAlways comment on your side as beepersIt ain't no joke, baby the bell is brokeJust holla out the window if you tryin to reach us[Poison Pen]Poison Pen for you ballers and bammersWalk up in the spot, metal detectors went bananasStronghold! It's Bronx swingin, give me dap 'til my palm's stinginGrab your ***** - and make a porn featureCome out your mouth, that's a nice shirt to bleed onThey only use yo' ass to ***** and roll trees on (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK!)It's on, your block, your streetNiggaz so puss and they don't speak, they queafWhen you run shit, Stronghold shitI need a chain I can jump rope withAnd Bed-Stuy got 'em, word I'm like Zeus without the eye problemSome neck without the pearl spot, or it ain't rockin the mostChicken spots, even if tots got they eyes on your necklaceMy life is this flick, and y'all are extrasI double more blocks than Tetris, we perfectionistsAnd wouldn't have it, any other way, yeah[Hook][Poison Pen]Pen Pen nigga look goodMy flow's a couple of retarded niggaz too dumbWith an impact on hip-hopLike LL walkin into Def Jam screaming out BOX![Immortal Technique]Immortal Technique, top of the food chainI'll split your wifey's head open, just to get me some brainI spit venomous thing with Poison PenDestroy the sun and in eight minutes you'll never see day againPray for your friends but me and God'll just laugh at youTell you to shut the ***** up, and rain acid on youBreak down your molecules and spiritually damage youHaven't you got the picture yet? Mother*****ers like you are easy to disrespect, cause you're only a thugWhen you on the internet you can't compare your dialect to Tech'Because you lack the chromos'I'm a Neo-Sapien, but y'all are still actin like homos[Hook (replace "heaters" with "Ninas" in first line)][Poison Pen]If you talk {?} high, you get your mouth punched inStronghold is my house nigga, greasy apartmentMy legions are foul, you eat he crapped outAin't never seen no trees in my mouthPoison Pen magnitude eight-point-threeThe hottest shit this side of the Gaza StripAlongside many gangs in rap arousesThat point and click without red browsersLook out it's the 80's all over again it seemsLong hair, denim suits and big tanks, and glitzWe don't look for hoes so they scoop usTell your ***** to bring nothin to my crib but, ***** and a toothbrushAnd a camcorder, y'all could all relateThey treat my nuts like imported grapesThat's how it is at the, top of the food chainPoison Pen, Technique and - all y'all better take turns sleepin 
