Reverse Pimpology - Immortal Technique, MOJO

Hypocrites, hookers, sex offenders

Y’all niggas wanna be pimps and players?

This ain’t 1997 nigga

I’d rather be rich and unhappy than broke and miserable

Cause the game don’t give a FUCK if you lyrical

And that’s pitiful, so my position is pivotal

You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle

I inspire revolution, the government’s not invincible

Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they pimpin you

All up in the hood like McDonald’s and liquor

Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga (woo!)

You leery of conspiracy theory but hear me

From a business perspective, it makes more sense clearly

Cause moreover, that’s what we go to war over

And numbers don’t lie unless we do Bush and Gore over

Free markets make money disingenuously

But I invest in agriculture, biochemistry

Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that?

But exec’s are like, «You from Harlem?

Where your diamonds at?»

Stupid

Can’t dodge the game

If you lookin' for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)

The players and the rules ain’t changed (oh no)

But see we tryin' to leave a name

So we’re turnin' out

Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played

Rich people get robbed and, broke niggas paid

New York, London, Chicago, Philly and L. A

Miami, D.C., B-more and out in the Bay

We’re tearin it out of the frame

See we deserve to stake that claim

If we didn’t it’s a cryin shame

What we’re concerned about is how to turn it out

Show me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her

And I bet you there’s a brother that’s tired of fuckin her

Lots of niggas girls is someone else’s one night stand

I probably made some bitches nervous listenin with they man (ha ha)

And if that offends somebody, I’m sorry, fuck you!

What you think, revolutionaries don’t like to fuck too?

You just gotta beware of dangerous coochie

Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a movie

Until they get herpes or clap from a groupie

And I don’t need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be

Look, most people are only players cause they got played

And have not, let go of that, shit since the 7th grade

Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks, doesn’t it?

But you shouldn’t fuck up someone else’s life because of it

Someone did your mother like that, that’s why you fatherless

Before jail or racist cops, that’s what the problem is

See who’s the one to place that blame

We getting trapped in cycle of pain

With a generation headed down the drain

That’s how we’re turning out

This is how pimps get pimped

And players get played

Beautiful women get cheated on

And gangsters strayed

Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix, Atlanta

Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin Louisiana

Regardless of the money you’re paid

You spend it on a watch and a chain

But can’t offer your children a thing

What the hell is goin' on in your brain?

Yeah, I’m not a crack rapper, I’m not a backpacker (ha ha ha)

I’m not a wack rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor

I treat labels like the projects, cause I’m a hater (what!)

Go to the Sony building and piss in the elevator

Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap smugglers

Bootleg my own album, to reach customers (yeah)

Every city, state and country, the hood love me

Even Aborigines, in Australia bump me

They say underground fans are all the color of talcum

But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay albums?

Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?

Call up any major record label and ask 'em

But there’s some, devils in disguise in hip-hop

That belong at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!)

I hope one of my fans has one of your kids shot (bitch!)

And blames it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot

You a pussy actin hard like a bitch cop

I’ll drop you to the floor like a reverse wristlock

Eat your food and shit on you, like a highway pit stop

And make, revolutionaries out of kids that used to flip rocks

The government, pimped 9/11 to go to Iraq

And history, repeats itself right on track (how?)

First as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)

Cause it’s funny, motherfuckers don’t see it come around again

Where, can we be free?

(FUCK we gon' be free man?)

We only wanna live our lives

Live our lives, with our eyes open

Open your eyes open your eyes

You stupid motherfuckers — you stupid motherfuckers

Open your eyes, before you die