Top of the Food Chain (Remix)

[Intro: Immortal Technique + (Poison Pen)]
(Uptown, haha)
Immortal Technique, Poison Pen
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!

[Hook: Poison Pen]
Guzzlin' Easy Jesus while they squeezin' ninas
You better, then please defeat us
Ladies just tease and squeeze us—they pleased to meet us
Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders
My tongue mutilate modern English
I’m from the side where heaters
Are as common' on your side as beepers
It ain’t no joke, baby, the bell is broke
Just holla out my window if you tryin’ to reach us

[Verse 1: Poison Pen]
Poison Pen for you ballers and bammers
Walk up in the spot, metal detectors went bananas
It’s Bronx swingin', give me dap ‘til my palm stingin'
Grab your bitch and make a porn feature
Come out your mouth? That’s a nice shirt to bleed on
We only use your wax to fuckin' roll trees on (Fuck, fuck, fuck!)
It's on your block, your street
Niggas so puss and they don't speak, they queef
When we run shit we 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
Suge Knight without the bald spot
Or they rockin they marks at chicken spots
Even little tots got they eyes on your necklace
My life is this flick, y’all are extras
I dealt with more blocks than Tetris, we perfectionists
And wouldn't have it any other way, yeah

[Hook: Poison Pen]
Guzzlin' Easy Jesus while they squeezin' ninas
You better, then please defeat us
Ladies just tease and squeeze us—they pleased to meet us
Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders
My tongue mutilate modern English
I’m from the sideway heaters
Always comin' on your side as beepers
It ain’t no joke, baby, the bell is broke
Just holla out my window if you tryin’ to reach us

[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
Pen Pen, nigga, look good
My flow's a couple of retarded niggas too dumb
With an impact on hip-hop
Like LL walkin' into Def Jam screamin' out "Box!"

[Verse 3: 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 pain with Poison Pen
Destroy the sun, and in 8 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
'Cause you lack the chromos
I'm a Neo-Sapien, but y'all are still actin' like homos

[Hook: Poison Pen]
Guzzlin' Easy Jesus while they squeezin' ninas
You better, then please defeat us
Ladies just tease and squeeze us—they pleased to meet us
Top of the food chain, still roll with bottom feeders
My tongue mutilate modern English
I’m from the sideway heaters
Always comin' on your side as beepers
It ain’t no joke, baby, the bell is broke
Just holla out my window if you tryin’ to reach us

[Verse 4: 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'