Keepin’ It Raw

[Intro]
“How can we be sure of anything?”
“Keepin’ it raw” - Immortal Technique (x5)

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz]
Yo, shut the fuck up. My life like a photo shoot
Superman style, switch clothes in a phone booth, so loose
James Bond-proof with a gold tooth, showing troops
How to move loot in a warzone. You soup like wanton
Without chips like Bon Ton
Blow your face up calm, smack you with bomb palms
Be explosive, Independence Day rewind
God on stage, wise man C-Rayz shine
Fuck your mind up—get slain, you plain piece of brain
You a rookie thirsty to bust, but you can’t aim
Now we move frames like museums with big names
Get slain on the D-Train, disclaim your fame
Denounce your name, sell your soul like that chain
It’s rain for you thirsty birds—eat my words
I slurred some of the illest verbs on these curbs
Trucks swerve on the birds, got the power to splurge and make ‘em merge

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Fresno (AKA Madsol Desar)] (x4)
“Keepin’ it raw” - Immortal Technique
“Wanted by the law for...” - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta - “Verbal Glock”

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
I’m the reason that the rest of your life is obsolete, motherfucker
I’ll wave my hand and lift you off of your feet, hold you
Above the city and drop you onto the street
Elevate your dead body and watch history repeat as I
Drop you from the stratosphere back to the concrete, them I’ma
Send a psychic probe to bomb your fleet and psychologically
Reconstruct all of your peeps. I’m like
The Bodysnatchers, motherfucker, you shouldn’t sleep
I penetrate deep with murderous tactics, I’m raw
Like AIDS patients that are sexually active, who don’t
Tell the people that they fuck what they contracted. I’ll smack
The top of your head and leave your body compacted. I impact
The earth, causing worldwide emergency. You couldn’t
Face-Off with me during plastic surgery. I don’t
Need to destroy you with the communist insurgency
I’ll just look at you and leave you “Bleeding Internally”

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Fresno (AKA Madsol Desar)] (x6)
“Keepin’ it raw” - Immortal Technique
“Wanted by the law for...” - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta - “Verbal Glock”

[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
Immortal Technique and C-Rayz, two dark men that use
A mic to spark men like Phil Hartman at point-blank
Or miles away like the greatest marksman. When the
Devil takes a human form, then I stomp men from Chicago
To Compton, New York to Boston (Boston)
Spitting automatically. Don’t make me get on some record label
Mentality and start pimping every single member
Of your family

[Bridge: Samples with Scratches by Fresno (AKA Madsol Desar)]
“Wanted by the law” - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta - “Verbal Glock”
“Yeah, I got some last words. Fuck all y’all”

[Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz]
Son of a gun
On punishment, my father was a strict 9/strychnine
Spooked by the Tales of the Crypt Keeper inside
Opposite of MLK, I’m a violent brother
Slash your girl’s best friend—call me “Diamond Cutter”
I freestyle like runaway slave Olympics
Abstract regular, complex simplistics
Throwing stones at tanks, I rock heavy metal. Battle me, boy
I wish you would/wood like Geppetto. I’m fully dressed
Butt-naked, authentically faking, earthquake-shaking
Like my wife’s vibrations. Windstorms hit like
Uncertain arrivals of lizards. I stand close
To walls like number four to blizzards, I smoke gats
Save ‘em to puff later. Gun clips
Sun spits with tremendous force like tongue bricks
Drop hot shit like addicts of Tabasco and cajun
C-Rayz, Stronghold, Plague born blazing!

[Outro: Sample]
“Keepin’ it raw” - Immortal Technique (x3)