Immortal Technique - Caught in a Hustle
End of the first verse
A lot of n*ggas drop signs but they dont know the math
Cause they mind is narrower than the righteous path
Its funny how on the block
N*ggas'll kill you for cash
But never raise their guns to cry out "freedom at last"
The cold war's over but the world's still gettin colder
Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders
I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers
But then a general would decide when they life would be over
So I work hard until my personality split
Like the black panthers into the bloods and the crips
They said I'd never be sh*t, but now I sit and reminisce
Like yes, Benjoso was flippin through genesis
Ignorance is venemous
And it murders the soul
Spreading like a virus running rampant out of control
[center]For Makaveli[center]
The Don Kiluminati
We Still Ridin...
GONE FROM SIGHT
BUT NOT FROM SOUND
My rank is no longer 187