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Bonus from his Karaoke night

I cant keep count of how many music fanbases I hate, but I think Bob Dylan fans are by far the worst out there. I dont even hate his music at all, but i wanna punch all his die-hard fans square between the eyes and shatter their thick-rimmed glasses. Theyre nothing but a bunch of tryhard proto-soy redditor cuckholds.

One of my favorite songs

i don't take it for granted, i don't take it for nothin i take it for what it's worth til the dirt

(Yes I did, yes I did, Made a mistake, yes I did)

(Now I'm so far from her, but it was me and my fate)

(Who lost because of my mistake)

Huh, ya know living this type a life

Makes you grow up faster than you'd expect to sometimes

Frick around and be in your late twenties

Feelin like a old man and shit

Yeah, for real son

Let 'em know

Uh, uh, it's hard to breath and hard to run when your lung's blackened

Coughing up blood like what the frick happened

Raising my risk of cancer's the answer homie

But after drinking something there's nothing like puffing a bogie

Now I can blame the same product placement in movies

Or the commercials, or Scarface in a jacuzzi

But now I'm living it

Darn, I should a never took that first cigarette

Darn

(I made a mistake)

Uh, I fricked up, like your girl was riding on top of me

I shoulda took her to trial and never copped a plea

But this ain't a Christian nation motherfricka please

America never taught me to turn the other cheek

'Cause I'm from Harlem, the north of Manhattan

We knock neighbors out and make 'em bounce like Ricky Hatton

But wildin' on the corner got me turned back from the Canadian border

(I made a mistake)

I knew she was a virgin, when I first met her

Rockin stockings and poppin out of the catholic school sweater

Mom told her she could do better than a criminal

Seventeen year-old psychotic, trying to be lyrical

I never meant to break her heart or frick up her life

But I was careless, instead of treating her right

I seen her again at some club strippin' and wondered

If I could have made her life different

(Yes I did, yes I did, Made a mistake, yes I did)

(Now I'm so far from her, but it was me and my fate)

(Who lost because of my mistake)

Darn shortie, you got me on some singin' the blues shit

But you gotta stop looking backwards and remember to look ahead

This is for all my dudes on patrol in the desert right now, for real

(I made a mistake)

Yeah, yeah, I joined the army looking for money to go to college

But they ain't pay me a quarter of what they fricking promised

Extended my tour, treating me like a sucker

That's the reason officers get fragged motherlover

Don't give me speeches on how you respect and you love me

With no body armor in a lightly armored humvee?!

My family's lonely and you want me to reenlist for 30 grand homie?

No!

(I made a mistake)

When I was young I got signed to a record label

The deal looked so good when it was on the table

It paid for my cable, cribs, cars and jewelry

The studios, the women there's nothing they wouldn't do for me

Except stop screwing me for publishing and royalties

How the frick are you my dawg, when there's no loyalty?

Word to the street

I should've gone independent like Immortal Technique

(I made a mistake)

Yeah, some people learn from mistakes and don't repeat them

Others try to block the memories and just delete them

But I keep 'em as a reminder they not killing me

And I thank God for teaching me humility

Son, remember when you fight to be free

To see things how they are and not how you like 'em to be

'Cause even when the world is falling on top of me

Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy

Knowing what's wrong doesn't imply that you right

And it's another, when you suffer to apply it in life

But I'm no rookie

And I'm never gonna make the same mistake twice kitty

Heh heh heh

Freedom of speech, motherlover!

I got no strings to hold me down (Okay)

To make me fret or make me frown (Somethin' for the kids, hahahaha)

I had strings, but now I'm free

There are no strings on me

Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand

Bitches know that I'm a freak like the Elephant Man

Intelligent plans, frick a record deal

I want development land with my benevolent clan

And that's the reason that I only trust my fam

40,000 records sold, 400 grand

Frick a middleman, I won't pay anyone else

I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets myself (Haha)

I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf

And because of this, executives try to diss me (Frick y'all)

Racism frozen in time, like Walt Disney

And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors

If I switch up my politics and change my behavior (Huh)

Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat

B-word neighbors that never spent a day in the street

But I repeat that nobody can hold my reins

I put the truth on tracks, neighbor, simple and plain

I got no strings, so I have fun

I'm not tied up to anyone

They've got strings, but you can see

There are no strings on me

I guess to America I'm a disaster (Oh no)

A slave that was destined to own his masters

Independent in every single sense of the word

I say what I want, you frickin' little sensitive herb

This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech

But now you want try to control the way that I speak (What?)

And O'Reilly, you think that you a patriot? (Yeah right)

You ain't nothin' but a motherfrickin' racist b-word

Full of hatred, pressin' a button tryin' to eject me (Hahaha)

But I ain't got no motherfrickin' deal with Pepsi

No corporate sponsor tellin' me what to do

Askin' me to tone it down during the interview (Never!)

Tryin' to minimize the issue but I'm keepin' it large

I love the place I live but I hate the people in charge

Speakin' is hard when you got strings attached

So I'ma say it for you 'cause I don't got none of that

And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain

Ayo son, let this little neighbor explain

I got no strings, so I have fun

I'm not tied up to anyone

They've got strings, but you can see

There are no strings on me

Come on, son, y'all neighbors know the way I do

Immortal Technique dot com live for you

And I know sometimes it be makin' you nervous

The way I snatch puppet rappers that belong in a circus

You motherlovers just can't compare

Lookin' for a fanbase that's no longer there

I know that you're scared and you're hidin' up in the cut

But this is freedom of speech, neighbor, tell 'em what's up

Word, neighbor! Frick John Ashcroft!

Neighbor, frick Fox News! Frick those snake-butt bitches

Tryin' to manipulate your opinion, tellin' you what to think

Word the frick up, neighbor

Like, "We invaded neighbors ‘cause we want to free them."

You racist mothafricka!

You don't give a shit about those people

You can suck my peepee! (Hahahaha)

Relax, Tech, relax

Another rum and coke at the bar, neighbor!

It's my day off, word up!

Frick

For the kids (Ha), for the kids (Hahaha)

Yo, yo Gravediggaz

Gatekeep and Grim Reap'

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

I was unearthed, the womb gave birth

Partitioned to submission, forced to dwell in Heck's kitchen

I lived contaminated for months

Stalking fresh was a casual hunt, peep the game

Waiting for a stray pass-byer

Grab the motherlover, burn him, set him on fire

I've been insane since exchange of rings

That the docs in autops', tried to prevent to stop

Biologically I breed a rebel

Psychologically having fights with the Devil

Waking up with gashes, deep river slashes

Hearing the talking of another motherlover burned to ashes

Scared to sleep, fearing committing a sin

Stuck my eyelid brow with a safety pin

Feeling myself lifted yet seeing myself, still sitting

Evil has become my faith, I'm slippin

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

From the first day, that I burst through the skin of a virgin

I was cursed by sin

A mammal of the sea

Pops named John Samuel Berkeley, out of his nuts came me

True indeed I had soul, even as a tadpole

Grab hold of an egg, just to have a mold

Grew up surrounded by darkness and blood

Swimming in the cut like Noah in the flood

EH AH AH AH AH!! Drama!

Devils attack me inside my momma, this caused trauma

While I was growing up she was throwing up

It got worse, it's how I met the doc and the nurse

They took an x-ray, kept it to the next day

To figure out the best way to possess me

Trapped in a pool of impurity

Without security, nearly ruined me

No immunity to the curse yet

I saw the Earth sweat as Poppa prayed on the church step

In the place where they worship

As the nurse crept I got mad nervous

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Tossing turning, fighting to awake

I woke up with a scream, strapped to the stake

Blood dripping like rain, excruciating pain

Losing my grip, episode of Tales From the Crypt

Seeing faces of death had me shortness of breath

Falling through the rabbit hole that collapsed my chest

Blood spilling, inside survive like a villain

Killing life, torturous as Vincent Price

Tried to run, got caught, then I lost my tongue

Barrels of dead corpse beating my head like a drum

Summoned to scorch your head, let's figure

They guided my light, I came back a Gravedigga

The prophet advanced by these deadly concoctions

Killing evil that lurk in the dirt is the only option

400 years in the pits we dwell

And for every drop of blood you will burn in Heck, Devil

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Pain builds my character, deranged cancer cells

Begin to damage my shell, tissues begin to swell

The human pin-cushion, needles begin pushing

Through my melanin cover, blood begins gushing

Hunger, pain is fed through my veins

Trying to maintain, body and brain under strain

Belly being drained from my nose through a catheter

To maintain my stamina, game is high caliber

Flashback my dossier file before the hospital

Flocks will pay a pile of cheddar to see me rock my style

Got lots of smiles from man, woman and child

A Gravedigga here running wild like the Nile

Y'know, X-File, the Horrorcore bringers

City morgue singers, new rap era beginners

Four years out of seven I remember touring

And this year I'm measuring my urine

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

Burn baby burn, burn baby burn

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

I'll never get over what some neighbor told me:

"Did you know your neighbor Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?"

No! Why my neighbor took a fall?

Saw my neighbor try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him

But, darn, why did ya have to kill 'um?

I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum

I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked

Oh no, a neighbor ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for

But so did my neighbor, my neighbor--he gone

And all that he left are his memories

But when I die, you gon' see me

One, two, three, Wally rest in peace

Can a neighbor tell me why so many my neighbors had to die, so much pain

Even neighbors in the hood is no good, puttin one to your own homie's brain

And a neighbor gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some fricked-up thangs

Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away

And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk

Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddarned drunk

Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men

Cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry

And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, he told me we live to die

Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally

I love you to death, but I wish I could have seen through your troubles

And it's hard to say good-bye to another...Bone

I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone

Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories

You're livin' off in my prayers

Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares

Just wait, and I'll be there

When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh, my Lord,"

Layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world

How bad? And what about Looney, now? Darn, she gon' act a fool

Outa the blue, seemed to, she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool

Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball

Used to tell him to pass the weed

I wish I could tell him to smoke it allNot my dogg

The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:

To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of heck

And then neighbor, you'll smooth creep

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

There's no other way

To shape the gentle core

Through the fire escape

You burn or hit the floor

And I'm changing

Someone like me but better now

Countdown from four, three, two, one

And then go

An anomalous bore

Amaranthine

Last one back will lead the next swing

Dedicated to more

And catalyzing

Capricorn shape fire make lightning

Every other day

I give myself the blame

In another hour

I'm bound to change my name

And I'm changing

Someone like me but better now

Countdown from four, three, two, one

And then go

An anomalous bore

Amaranthine

Last one back will lead the next swing

Dedicated to more

And catalyzing

Capricorn shape fire make lightning

Maybe I don't know myself

Like you think you do

Moving on to something else

Maybe you should too

An anomalous bore

Amaranthine

Last one back will lead the next swing

Dedicated to more

And catalyzing

Capricorn shape fire make lightning

Une des mieux chansons des années Yé-yé. I love 60s French tv.