Songtexte:
No 2 Critical Mass

her past time after time, she'd be readin' my mind but she never got the feelin' to last celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it this is the critical mass

charter arms .38 Then you entered the confetti hell gate On the pee floor bloody towels on sculptures Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces Mass

people are stupid as fuck stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics

[Talking] Yeah... It's that real this time around Immortal Technique... Revolutionary Vol. 2 It's on now mother fucker.. Lock and load! [Verse 1] This

me, but someone asked me How long I thought that I would be allowed atop this trash heap I didn't answer cause I'm tired of criticizing the masses Inspired

to stay/ moldin ears of clay stay near your base its severe today you betta man your stations/ or plan vacations on the block im hot the critics are

no Desert Storm bullshit war we all dumpin CODENAME, Jamel wit non-strap Wit six clips of teflon, suited in camoflagued Got kevlar helmets wit masses

like Milwaukee I shoot em dead Left hand like Michael Red Recycle the flow, come back I'm dead prez Too political Guerilla on mass beats Leave your careerer in critical

it like this for the '93 flava Know what I'm saying? letting you know this is organized We got the crew in the house, And we definitely representin for the masses