[Verse 1]
I never make songs to disrespect women
Or to judge people about the way that they living
But the way I am is based on the life I was given
Like them white boys losing my religion
I used to be a Christian and a political pawn
The bible is right and all your native culture is wrong
Next thing you know you telling me 'bout making a song
Come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong
Pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong
Like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh making a bomb
Aye yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on
These rap niggas made propaganda out of your song
But it's the gong show, amateur night at the Apollo
My dick is like my music, but harder to swallow
So children follow me, like the pied piper
And sing the chorus in the air, with your blood in your lighter
(sing that shit nigga, right now)

[Chorus x2]
You played yourself thinking you down with me
I end your life nigga, don't fuck around with me
And if you kids can't listen, then you’re bound to see
The way you get shot for crossing the boundary

[Verse 2]
The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects
Script this specifically to keep people in check
Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me
But Landspeed, you ain't fucking shit to me
And underground labels know that I don't trust you
You’re only independent till your major, so fuck you
And if you’re pissed off 'cause you think that I dissed you
I rape your mom and we can make this a personal issue
Dance with the devil remember that you’re not on my level
Stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, Bragging Rights and Rock Steady
And practically every battle that they got in New York
And I still murder rappers on the street for sport
Doctor Guillotine cutting you short little man
But you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scribble Jam
Well fuck you, I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew
And fuck your family too, Technique's at it bitch
What the fuck you gonna do

[Chorus x2]

(Yeah, wrap it up on these niggas, wrap it up, Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Immortal Technique insinuate degenerate fags
Burn Trent Lott, wrapped in his confederate flag
I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag
So put the African slave jewellery in the bag
Motherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is forever
But is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Medgar Evers
House niggas get your head severed trying to be thug
You don't concern me, I'm trying to hurt the people you love
Word of mouth is I'm in the club being sneaky
I'm like the body snatchers in your girl as getting sleepy
I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source
Like the Roman Legion and it stabbed Christ on the cross
This is about Judo, it ain't about Jesus
And you shouldn't fucking talk about telekinesis
Nigga please, moving shit with your mind
Try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes
And next time, I'm coming after cual quiera
Profanity, fucking, carajo maldita mierda
Roll up de hierba, y pasala, para la izquierda
Put the price up to listen to me pop shit
'Cause I got Martha Stewart giving me stock tips
Underground money with honeys up in the whip
Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch

Yeah, played yourself nigga
Fuck all ya, you don't know shit about me
Why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am
I thought I told ya niggas on volume one, I wasn't fucking around
You just slept, cuz you sold a few thousand units in the golden era
When niggas would buy anything on the shelf
But those days are through, and you are through with them

And next time, I'm coming after ‘cual quiera’
-- And next time, I'm coming after ‘what you want’
Profanity, fucking 'carajo maldita mierda'
-- Profanity, fucking, ‘fucking damn shit’
Roll up 'de hierba y pasala para la izquierda'
--Roll up ‘the weed, and pass it to the left’

Timothy McVeigh
-- Oklahoma bomber.
Trent Lott
-- Racist fool. The Confederate flag is a symbol for the old Confederacy where white supremacists fought against equal rights. This man has one nailed to his living room wall.
Malcolm and Medgar Evers
-- Black Civil Right Activists. If you don’t even know who Malcolm is daz just sad.

Lyrics submitted by jenniwilliams

Crossing The Boundary song meanings
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    General Comment"Immortal Technique insinuate degenerate fags
    Burn Trent Lott, wrapped in his confederate flag"

    Can I make a song about fucking up "niggers" like Rodney King? Freedom of speech, right? I like some of this guy's stuff, but I wouldn't say that I have an overwhelming amount of respect his opinions on morality or progressive thinking.
    binormalon March 17, 2006   Link
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    General CommentPlus, it's INCINERATE.

    Insinuate? He's gon insinuate me. OH FUCK!
    binormalon March 23, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI think its profanity? Fuck It! Carajo Maldita Mierda.
    ThreeHeadedBoyon June 26, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentCan someone please explain the Judo part to me?
    ThreeHeadedBoyon June 26, 2007   Link
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    General CommentDoes anyone know who's he's talking about when he says "you played yourself, thinkin youre down with me.." (and so on). I have just started to listen to Tech, and has earlier followed some of Dead Prez's material. I feel he's talking about them. Am I right?
    Don_Capoon July 27, 2007   Link
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    General CommentIs it cual quiera or cualquiera (as in whatever)?
    ashxcoreon August 10, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI think that song was pretty weak, by the way.
    ashxcoreon August 10, 2007   Link
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    General Commentit's cualquiera
    Halo4lifeon July 31, 2008   Link
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    General CommentImmortal stole this beat from Jay-Z. Listen to "gangsta shit" off either "library of a legend (how to complete a compilation)" or Dj clues mixtape "The Proffessional" (released in 1998). Revolutionary Vol. 2 was released in 2003

    Jigga killed this track, immortal only wishes he could rhyme half as good as Jay-Z does.
    Youknowmysteez..on December 17, 2008   Link
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    General Commenthahahah he's bangin girls on Bangbus.com hahahahah
    PHG92on December 22, 2008   Link

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