One (Remix)
(专辑: Revolutionary, Vol. 2 - 2003)
[Intro] [Akir:] Yo tech, it's the
last call baby it's good [Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a
remix just feels right dog? [Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? [Immortal Technique:] No question, it's like the
elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone can do something So we gotta rep, for all the
niggaz that ain't here right now [Akir:] The
outro tip, the
One Remix, yo [Akir] One Enterprises, comprises the
artist and the
sound The
pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting down Pray for my nieghbors as a
favor for holding me down Slave for my papers as I
savor the
way that it pounds It's underground, but the
blatent vibrations widely found Facing the
nation complacent radio stations now Stop hesitaing and contemplating the
way we paitient Start motivating and get them playin the
shit we sayin Ain't no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in Cause times a
waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions They fouls are more than flagrant And so I
see the
prisons cages while I
pound the
pavement Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement Usin the
tools of old ancients Announcing my engagment to this music that we making Ain'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
wrap It's like [Hook] One love One music One people One movement One heart One spark One, One, One, One One gift One lift One stance One shift One way One day One, One, One, One, One [Immortal Technqique] Immortal Technique in the
trenches with my nigga Akir Our family surived the
genocides so we can be here And now we enterprise the
aftermath, one in the
same Living the
revolution 'till we catch one in the
brain And even then my spirit will return in heavenly form And wipe the
chess board clean, of my enemies pawns The
red don communist threat, burried and gone So they invented a
war, the
goverment can carry on It makes me wonder if the
word of god is lost in the
man This is for the
children of Iraq, lost in the
sand This is for the
illest emcees that'll never be known And this is for all the
soliders that'll never come home I
wrote this for Momia, stuck in a
beast For people who, march in the
streets, and struggle for peace For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi Chris from the
block, and all my niggaz stuck in a
cell Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell My destiny is to show the
world, that the
music is real Go back in time and play this shit, for the
slaves in the
field And for my children in the
future, waiting to breathe People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a
library shelf I'll be one with god and one with you and everything else [Hook] [Immotal Technique talking] Yeah.. Revolutionary Volume 2
has been brought to you By the
type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here And sometime far away from when I
recorded this Remember that history Isn't the
way the
corperate controlled media made it look like Read between the
lines and free your mind Revolution is the
birth of equality And the
anti-thesis to oppression But this is only built for real motherfuckers So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I
never got along with Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals The
shit is real over here man Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop The
heart and soul of our culture Keeping the
truth alive Goodnight my people.. goodnight..