Death March Intro - Immortal Technique, DJ Green Lantern

This is an invasion, an occupation

Immortal Technique, the evil genius DJ Green Lantern

And you’re now in the state of guerrilla warfare

It has been spread by the superpowers of the industry

To the 3rd World underground of the streets

This is for all those who’ve been labeled extremists, maniacs, terrorists

Shit.

Welcome to the 3rd World

Yeah.

Yeah.

Invasion and rampant monetary inflation

That brought us all to the footsteps of this nation

Peruvians, Haitians, Ecuadorians, Nicaraguans, Colombians, Salvadorians

Invasion and rampant monetary inflation

That brought us all to the footsteps of this nation

Invasion and rampant monetary inflation

That brought us all to the footsteps of this nation

Peruvians, Haitians, Ecuadorians, Nicaraguans, Colombians, Salvadorians

They call us terrorists after they ruined our countries

Funding right-wing paramilitary monkeys

Tortured our populace then blamed the communists

Your lies are too obvious, propaganda monotonous

And that’s not socialist mythology

This is urban warfare through the streets of your psychology

So I’m like the legs of a paraplegic really

Cause I’m still part of you even if you can’t feel me

You can never debate me, The M4s at your baby

Like troops with gats in Iraq do daily

So you can marginalize the way you portray me

But don’t get Hollywood and try to play me

We can shoot it out in the theater like troops in the 80s

New Jack City classic crack era, mack-milli

Shouting BET is not black-owned on Rap City

You got a contract to kill me motherfucker, that’s fine

Cause there’s a contract to kill your family when I die

So when your car explodes, don’t be surprised

Soldier, I’m like Marine Corp C4

Even blow the spot with the beat rocking at ¾

Canvas the flow like the ghost of Michelangelo

This is the anthem, Immortal Technique and Green Lantern

Don’t say shit bitch, you don’t want the «check, check»

To become a: chick, chick: You know what I’m sick with

Lyrical tuberculosis, cocaine overdoses

Blood coming out your noses, that’s when death approaches

March to my death smiling, laugh if the end’s violent

There’s no escape from this political asylum

Revolutionaries don’t fear execution

Cause the death of my visible Constitution

Is just the beginning of spiritual evolution

God will reincarnate me as revolution

You can’t take out a revolution

You can’t kill a idea

Fuck is you stupid?

You kill that man, he becomes Immortal

Ignore the triplets, this is a fully loaded four-four

3rd World underground hardcore

Street-hop, locked and loaded, motherfucker you should know it

Blast the door to the game open and overthrow it