To all my Muslim, Asian & African brothers who remember a time when HipHop spoke to us as a nation and actually rhymed about the street rather than just gave a caricature of it to be acceptable to mainstream commercialized white America, get ready we ridin' again. To the doubters, people full of hatred & bitch ass niggaz that never believed and offered no constructive criticism thanks pussy, your moving this shit FWD. But it's time to clean house you fuckin' roaches. Respect the Technique [via In These Times] "America speaks one language: money. America's religion is capitalism, ever so much more than Christianity. But believe me, the white left is still racist." Immortal Technique interview [via hiphopgame.com] HHG: You have a real unique flow, do you have any influences? Immortal Technique: Che Guevara, Malcolm X, Muhammed Ali, HHG: Who are you listening to right now? Immortal Technique: Mozart- Requiem Mass FUCK YEAH! Caught In A Hustle [zipped .mp3] They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle I left to die by the doctors, in the childrens hospital But I never lose hope, success is psychological The world is volatile and the street is my education Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion So I'm Focused on my Economic Situation I'm Like the little kids on T.V That dig through the trash I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh A lot of niggaz drop science but they don't know the math Because their mind is Narrower than the righteous path It's funny how on the block niggaz will kill you for cash But never raise the gun and cry out "Freedom at last." The cold war is over but the world is still gettin colder Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers But then the general, would decide when their life would be over So I work hard until my personality split Like the black panthers, into the bloods and the crips They said I would never be shit, but now I sit and reminice Like Yeshua, Ben Yousef flippin through Genesis Ignorance is venemous, and it murders the soul Like a virus running rampant, but out of control [Hook] So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble Spray Painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels Write it down and remember that we never gave in The Mind of a child is where the revolution begins So if the solution has never been to look in yourself How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else [Verse 2] Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffle Upstate behind steel gates intact in the scuffle Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most Sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing their ghost But you make success, nobody delivers your fate Sometimes you give and you take Since Prehistoric Vertibrates, crawled out of the lakes And thats the truth about life Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us But I'm going to make it regardless of the trumped up charges And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge Post-Tramatically scar kids that try to be brave Because niggaz backstab each other just to try to get paid Turn cannibal like nights during the crusades Afraid of responsibility; Addicted to greed Beating their girls purposefully losing a seed As if we were bound to the destiny we used to recieve [Hook] So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble Spray Painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels Write it down and remember that we never gave in The Mind of a child is where the revolution begins So if the solution has never been to look in yourself How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else I used to wonder(I used to wonder) about people who didn't believe in themselves But Then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves I used to wonder(I used to wonder) about people who didn't believe in themselves But Then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves I used to wonder {*echo*} And that my friends, is my contribution to 'ye 'ole Fourth of July... Bring it on... Cheers!