Chino Xl - Lick Shots

Song Rating: 8.54/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro]
This is the Invasion
The Evil Genius Green Lantern!
Immortal Technique, The 3rd World
Its on now motherf**er - ha, ha drop
You know you got the right to bear arms, huh
Sometimes you might have to brandish a motherf**in firearm
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots

[Hook]
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
Lick shots for the revolution!
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
But watch, where the f** you shootin!
Yo, where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
Where the f** you n***as aimin at?
Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at?
This is only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
Volume 1, cop k**er, hip-hop has never been realer
Volume 2 shot up the president like a guerilla
New York police state capital tried to swallow me
Locked me longer than Puerto Rico been a colony
Thirteenth Amendment slavery property
And now they signin rappers that promote their philosophy
f** that, n***a hip-hop is not Republican
Thats just the white motherf**ers that own the publishin
And get the f** out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a m**m girl and f** her five times a day
Every time right before we shower and pray
You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad
But a holy war, is a conversation with God
You b**h n***as misinterpret what you dont understand
Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man
Shootin each other, shootin your brother
Aim the gun at the right motherf**er
And leave him colder than the prison in Russia
Or Americas white power structure
n***as love to say f** revolution!
Until the jury come in and move for the prosecution
And then brothers act like a born-again Huey Newton
Forgot about the bullsh** music they was producin
But my n***as aim precisely, through the confusion and

[Hook]



[Verse 2: Crooked-I]
I got a hundred shooters with me, Ruger shoot you through the kidney
Stand in front of the judge and lie quicker than Scooter Libby
Im runnin through the city, dear God
If I murk the racist Rush Limbaugh I wonder would you forgive me
Somebody told me Glenn Beck is the Klans overseer
See ya, time to let him see a damn soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter
This is my gangsta religion
See I aim with precision, point blank the position
Im black as them ancient Egyptians
Before European historians went and changed the description
Im blamed for the caine in the kitchen
The C.I.A. playin with the pigeons, same pain that Im pitchin
Listen, you dudes better watch the hook
Im a boxer, coppersll come up, Hoffa, look
They wanna get rid of this conscious crook
Like Im an agnostic, apocryphal, non-canonical Gospel book
But I aint goin nowhere, thats the motherf**in truth
America dont care for its inner city youth, so I

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chino XL]
Puerto Rican superhero!
XL eternal, my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He flirted with pullin me over for bein brown, I bust
Now he in the back of the truck with Don Imus
I must, take aim when I lick shots
Throw stray bullets like when Nas got off of Pharoahe Monch
These pigs wanna see us dead inside a jail cell
Turn us from Shawn Carter to Sean Combs to Sean Bell
My temper bout to break like levees in New Orleans
Catch Jimmy Iovine when he refinance his mortgages
Kid illusion is dead, we movin with the blue and the red
Latin Kings, Giuliani with a gat to his head
Yall dont lick shots like k**ers aimin at the Feds
Yall lick shots like Jenna Jameson and Superhead
Pigs slice to Venice and beef at the benefits meet
Buried him on Venice Beach with the flies and the bees
Chino and Immortal Tech
k** sh** like the Chinito at Virginia Tech
And Jacob aint your friend, hes a f**in j**eler
Blap! Blap! I shoot the cats off your f**in Pumas

[Hook]

Date of text publication: 19.01.2021 at 11:28