King Magnetic ft. Immortal Technique, Termanology - Fullest Extent Lyrics

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 it's 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 it's 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

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
It's 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