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Immortal Technique Harlem Streets

[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

[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

[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

no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the American

Yeah... yeah... used to run around getting my fight in the streets on Back in the day before Harlem had a green zone What good is a good education with

show this morning to talk about what I consider to be a very very important topic, uh, the Harlem Renaissance But before we get into that..." [Immortal Technique] Yeah, Harlem

to the four angels (I'm so confused...) to whom it was given to harm the earth and the sea... [Verse 3 - Immortal Technique] Yeah yeah, Immortal Technique

stop screwing me for publishing the royalties How the fuck are you my dog when there's no loyalty Word to the street, I shoulda gone independent like Immortal Technique

no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the American