Lyrics Immortal Technique

Immortal Technique

Top of the Food Chain

We the top of the food chain motherfucker

Stronghold in it, yo

MC'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

Desolate easy Jesus{?}, while they squeezin heaters

You better? Then please defeat us

Ladies is teacher squeezers, they pleased to meet us

Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders

My tongue new in late modern English, I'm from the side with heaters

Always comment on your side as beepers

It ain't no joke, baby the bell is broke

Just holla out the window if you tryin to reach us

Poison Pen for you ballers and bammers

Walk up in the spot, metal detectors went bananas

Stronghold! It's Bronx swingin, give me dap 'til my palm's stingin

Grab your bitch - and make a porn feature

Come out your mouth, that's a nice shirt to bleed on

They only use yo' ass to fuck and roll trees on (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK!)

It's on, your block, your street

Niggaz so puss and they don't speak, they queaf

When you run shit, Stronghold shit

I need a chain I can jump rope with

And Bed-Stuy got 'em, word I'm like Zeus without the eye problem

Some neck without the pearl spot, or it ain't rockin the most

Chicken spots, even if tots got they eyes on your necklace

My life is this flick, and y'all are extras

I double more blocks than Tetris, we perfectionists

And wouldn't have it, any other way, yeah

[Hook]

[Poison Pen]

Pen Pen nigga look good

My flow's a couple of retarded niggaz too dumb

With an impact on hip-hop

Like LL walkin into Def Jam screaming out BOX!

[Immortal Technique]

Immortal Technique, top of the food chain

I'll split your wifey's head open, just to get me some brain

I spit venomous thing with Poison Pen

Destroy the sun and in eight minutes you'll never see day again

Pray for your friends but me and God'll just laugh at you

Tell you to shut the fuck up, and rain acid on you

Break down your molecules and spiritually damage you

Haven't you got the picture yet?

Motherfuckers like you are easy to disrespect, cause you're only a thug

When 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 in

Stronghold is my house nigga, greasy apartment

My legions are foul, you eat he crapped out

Ain't never seen no trees in my mouth

Poison Pen magnitude eight-point-three

The hottest shit this side of the Gaza Strip

Alongside many gangs in rap arouses

That point and click without red browsers

Look out it's the 80's all over again it seems

Long hair, denim suits and big tanks, and glitz

We don't look for hoes so they scoop us

Tell your bitch to bring nothin to my crib but, pussy and a toothbrush

And a camcorder, y'all could all relate

They treat my nuts like imported grapes

That's how it is at the, top of the food chain

Poison Pen, Technique and - all y'all better take turns sleepin