[Intro]   [Akir:] Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good   [Immortal Technique:] Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog?   [Akir:] Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them   Knahmsayin?   [Immortal Technique:] No question, it's like the elders told me   No one person can do anything, but everyone can do something   So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now   [Akir:] The outro tip, the One Remix, yo      [Akir]   One Enterprises, comprises the artist and the sound   The pen and paper plays my savior while I'm getting down   Pray for my nieghbors as a favor for holding me down   Slave for my papers as I savor the way that it pounds   It's underground, but the blatent vibrations widely found   Facing the nation complacent radio stations now   Stop hesitaing and contemplating the way we paitient   Start motivating and get them playin the shit we sayin   Ain't no delayin in this war that we gettin slayed in   Cause times a waistin while we stand adjacent to abrasions   They fouls are more than flagrant   And so I see the prisons cages while I pound the pavement   Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement   Usin the tools of old ancients   Announcing my engagment to this music that we making   Ain't no faking on tracks, and we ain't never come wack (never!)   Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrap   It's like      [Hook]   One love   One music   One people   One movement   One heart   One spark   One, One, One, One   One gift   One lift   One stance   One shift   One way   One day   One, One, One, One, One      [Immortal Technqique]   Immortal Technique in the trenches with my nigga Akir   Our family surived the genocides so we can be here   And now we enterprise the aftermath, one in the same   Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain   And even then my spirit will return in heavenly form   And wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies pawns   The red don communist threat, burried and gone   So they invented a war, the goverment can carry on   It makes me wonder if the word of god is lost in the man   This is for the children of Iraq, lost in the sand   This is for the illest emcees that'll never be known   And this is for all the soliders that'll never come home   I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast   For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace   For hood niggaz, born rugged, never rocking Versace   Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi   Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell   Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker I'll see you in hell   My destiny is to show the world, that the music is real   Go back in time and play this shit, for the slaves in the field   And for my children in the future, waiting to breathe   People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave   Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library shelf   I'll be one with god and one with you and everything else      [Hook]      [Immotal Technique talking]   Yeah..   Revolutionary Volume 2 has been brought to you   By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit   And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here   And sometime far away from when I recorded this   Remember that history   Isn't the way the corperate controlled media made it look like   Read between the lines and free your mind   Revolution is the birth of equality   And the anti-thesis to oppression   But this is only built for real motherfuckers   So when I'm gone, don't let nobody I never got along with   Try to make songs kissing my ass, recycling my beats or my vocals   The shit is real over here man   Thank you for listening, and thank you for supporting independent Hip Hop   The heart and soul of our culture   Keeping the truth alive   Goodnight my people.. goodnight..