Fullest Extent - King Magnetic, Termanology, Immortal Technique

Ayo, I try to relax, max chill with my kid

Still cats getting shot in front of my crib

I try to chill, think «man this ain’t no way to live»

So I don’t trip, I dip but I ain’t afraid of shit

Cats get it twisted cause' I don’t call it goons

Like I can’t have my cousin see your mothers room

I ain’t a soft dude, like some assume

I got a gully crew and they got a hundred tools

I been tellin yall cats its a hundred jewels

I’m from the boneyard crews with a hundred dudes

I been paying dues, doing shows and mixtapes, shit

But still my click sprays shit

Lot of cats lookin at me like the clique ain’t shit

But we still up in the hood with them radio spins

Do you know what its like for you to have fame

But your life ain’t change, not a dollar to your name?

I bang, so I’m back where the stick-up kids rob chains

Where you get shot for a pair of Lebron James

I got them long things, and they all bang

But I ain’t tryna turn your night to a long day

You might be the one if I got the right aim

It might be your son if I got the wrong aim

And that’s the raw thing, you wanna think about

So you better think it out, before you rob the wrong chain

(Official verse lyrics)

Rap got me hustling, strappin the gun again

Blast if they comin in, wrath of the government

Laugh til republicans, taxing our publishing

Mask if you bubbling, asking you once again

To pass off the fucking rent — brothers is broke

Never ate with a phony — can’t stomach the hoax

Coming too close to death, I ain’t tryin to wig

My mixtape’s sponsored by Coke, without the fuckin IronPigs

Allentown native surrounded by labor

Haters that neighbor the cradle plus the craver of craters

Invading til we raided or graduating to weighing weight

Debating on waiting or taking garbage until your straight, (thats right)

Hold your breath for me, lay you down on a stretcher seat

When I’m really tryin to vent like a skecher sneak

Until they wrestle me for vesting in that recipe

All I had left was three, so these muthafuckas ain’t stressin me

Break it down…

When you talk revolution niggas take it the wrong way

Think you on some Gandhi shit starving in Bombay

Till you flood their city with heat like it was Pompeii

Have you singing like K-Ci, Jo Jo, and DeVante, (snitch)

Wanna fuck your life up?

here’s the recipe nigga;

Try some crystal meth and heroin and ecstasy nigga

Or you could just try fucking ride next to me nigga

Bullet trajectory you’ll hit the ground eventually nigga

Listen, look at your position, is your destiny written?

Is it really free-will that you’re given?

Or a choice from one of gods infinite decisions?

I don’t need any given religion, its state driven

Snake Plissken escape from New York to spread the sickness

Unforgiven baron wasteland apocalyptic

I’ve indictably scripted everything futuristic

So now to the fullest extent is how I live shit