Belignorant lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah..
Poison Pen, Stronghold, Diabolic
Teach <--(?) out to Immortal Technique
DJ Static
?? this baby
Pick Your Poison, Who's The Master
We coming for yall muthaf*ckaz...

[Verse 1 - Immortal Technique:]
Immortal Technique n*gga, I’m back with a vengeance
I put you on parole, you won’t get to finish your sentence
The prognite stick beat-down will be relentless
From Iraqi trenches, to the park benches
You don’t want drama, my n*ggas is like piranhas
That’ll leave your momma looking like the Central Park jogger
Rolling a blunt, in a Pakistani cave with Osama
While they walk you on the phone with Bush and his father
Ya’ll muthaf*ckaz don’t know what belignorant is
We mad at the world like illegitimate kids
Slap you up, Harlem style, and spit on your whizz
Punch a hole in your chest and rip out your ribs
So don’t talk sh*t pus*y, just see me in person
I bleed you for certain, n*gga I believe you was cursing
Rehearsing your battle verses and talking reckless
You better stay in a place that got metal detectors
b*tch, you don’t hit switches, you switch sexes
f*ck Jacob The Jeweller, I gave your mom a pearl necklace
Write with a Poison Pen, this sh*t's infectious
Wicked like a catholic bishop without repentance
b*tches who like bougy attention, I don’t need
I stay in the hood, like n*ggas that don’t read
Technique and Diabolic’ll put you in a hospital
Unplugging your f*ckin' life-support module
[Verse 2 - Diabolic:]
Yo, Diabolic, I laugh at life death and anguish
And stay talkin' sh*t like it's my second language
I drink away my stress with a case of Becks
Takin' more shots than 50's face and chest
Burnin' haze unless I'm out, sparkin' the chocolate
Drunk stage diving, startin' a mosh-pit
Part of my logic's dodging maisonic lodges
Or plottin' to stop in with a Glock and rob it
Unlock the knowledge, human sacrifice
While they movin' satellites with zoom-in camera sight
I lose my appetite, confused and mad at life
Actin' cool 'till I act a fool and smash your wife
Belignorant, down to my mug-shot and fingerprints
Honestly, I don't give a f*ck what you think of it
Go figure it, a sc*mbag on a preacher's frequency
I leave the reaper sleepin' peacefully for even peekin' in

[Verse 3 - Poison Pen:]
Yeah, I'm a bohemuth, a goon with brains
Wildin' out, just romp a room <--(?)
A gang stoppin' the fool who can't gut a mouth <--(?)
Old train is null and void
It's a no-brainer, we them Gully Boys
Get a grip prick, I care about what
With a brick fist, push it with hair in the duck poison puff <--(?)
Don't think the man should
I would do that dope smoke, while the trees so damn good
It's a reflex, I leave a legacy
I'm Brooklyn like the D Steps, flash ??
Snatch begets, this hatchet that I got
Order ??, or trashcan <--(?) while they grab their neck
I ain't no gansta rapper, I'm a rapper that's gangsta
We make cadavers out of your favorite bast*rds
There's so much pus*y 'round here, I don't know who to blast
It's kind of strong, it'll leave you kind of f*cked
Yo there's ?? of us, I say ?? too much
I don't writes raps on loosely, playbook
Since I got my side contager, why use paper
Yo I come to your town (knuckle you up)
Then knuckle you down (throw your hood up)
I'll burn your hood down, do not try it
We can re-inact it the ?? ??
I grab my gloves, hit the block with straight ground hood n*ggas
You in the club, puffin' c*ck, straight grind on n*ggas
Your flow, got a lot of fag in it
So I got flammable Bibles with a rag in it
I'm a Frugu <--(?) dude, ha you know that
I'll cop a dozen tomorrow, save for 2012
And front like it's the dough bad <--(?)
You know that when I rock it <--(?) you hear that Rocky theme music
What they bop to is Mr. Soapy Clean music, b*tch
Boy why ya scared, cause I'm 'bout to ?? ?? ??
And we weigh 300 plus, or four of y'all mothaf*ckas is like one of us, dudes
One day or another, I'mma find you, I'mma getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One day or another, I'mma find you, I'mma getcha