Inmortal Technique Harlem Streets Lyrics:
[Verse 1] Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in
white powder Like those mother fuckers runnin'
away from the twin towers Gun shots rock the
earth like a meteor shower Bowling For Columbine,
fair, giving the media power Innocence devoured
like a chicken spot snack box Government cocain
cooked into ghetto crack rock Corrupt cops false
testimony at your arraignment Check to check,
constant struggle to make the payments Working
your whole life wondering where the day went The
subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave
ship It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin' And
people coming home after corporate share croppin
And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed
children But gentrification is kicking them out
of their building A generation of babies born
without health care Families homeless, thrown the
fuck off of the welfare

[Hook] Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
problem?

[Verse 2] It's like Cambodia the killing fields
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uptown We live in distress and hang the flag
upside down The sound of conservative politicians
on television People in the hood are blind so
they tell us to listen They vote for us to go to
war instantly But none of their kids serving the
infantry The odds are stacked against us like a
casino Think about it, most of the army is black
and latino And if you can't acknowledge the
reality of my words You just another stupid
mother fucker out on the curb Trying to escape
from the ghetto with your ignorant ways But you
can't read history at an illiterate stage And you
can't raise a family on minimum wage Why the fuck
you think most of us are locked in a cage I give
niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent
You better off rich and guilty than poor and
innocent But I'm sick of feeling impotent
watching the world burn In the era of apocalypse
waiting my turn I'm a Harlem nigga that's
concerned with the future And if your in my way
it'd be an honor to shoot ya Up root ya with the
evil that grows in my people Making them
deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal But I see
through the mentality implanted in us And I
educate my fam about who we should trust

[Hook] Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
problem?

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Lyrics: Harlem Streets, Inmortal Technique [end]