I know I look like, Technique to you But I created this genetic clone just to to you Me and 279, are planting a in the building Coz' underground never got women and children I'm killin', every fake nigga alive So most tryna' rap won't survive gun everything around me like a panorama And burn with the ghost of Princess Diana I'm like Santana, pulling strings in the While slaves emulate their masters living the the fame I can't rest a second I got homeland tapping my phone But a warning to the government that creeps on me I'm a cum stained mattress - don't sleep on me I roll deep, with a loaded AK Murder cowards in sleep like the I.R.A I represent Zone 4 Dawg, that's the hood You catch a shot while you sittin in your whip Tim Westwood Whilin' out, you know how we persuing And this is freestyle in the Other cats are spittin' a bitten composition You're crushed submission This is Harlem, never rise to stardom kid I came to London, and you know how we did And this is off the dome, off of the brain, insane And that's how I'm tripping, how I'm flipping Ay yo, it out, now I'm the illest Latino I never had to buy an album back like You know I'm sick the flow, spittin' it slow And yo I had to go to the bathroom, I a scramble I 10 pounds, and I don't even gamble So y'know, happening, when I'm rockin' it, off of the brain Lyrically insane, Immortal Technique, you nice as me dawg? You straight telling Me and you have never been even Biggie Small's eyes When will you realize, Immortal is iller The socialist guerrilla, Stomp you like a pillar Comin' through, whoever, cleverly, under the weather Yo, it's like that the latin assasin a make it I'm about to go platinum but you see me up in the spot it hip-hop off the top of the knot And yo, how it goes, that's how it flows, that's how it shows Ay yo 96.9 Ay yo I the same numbers from both sides and thats 5-9 And fine, and I continue to climb I continue to shine, I continue to And yo, the voice of racism the gospel, ayo thats devilish A church in America called the prophet Muhammad a Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the They bombing innocent people, tryin' to Saddam When they gave him those chemical weapons to go to war Iran This is the information that they hold back from Jennings Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Hemmings I break it down critical language and spiritual anguish The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying You him, stole his religion, and painted him white Translated in tainted philosophy Conservative right wing, ideology together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation I got my back to the wall, I'm facin' Bay, federal incarceration How could this be, the land of the free, home of the Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the Corporate America, dancin' to the rhythm They think this country never sponsored terrorism Human violations, we continue the saga El Savador and the in Nicaragua And on top of that, they still wanna me to prison Just I won't trade humanity for patriotism Ayo I'm still bugging out I you flipped the instrumental Which I'm spitting off the top of the mental Ay yo this is tapping my phone I told you before, I'm keeping it raw I smash your kids hands in a car And thats how it goes, you there's ill and theirs crazy Immortal blazingly, amazing MCs Yo, I'm hangin' out the illest rappers alive And yo I to be better, I strive to survive I strive to a live wire to the top of my brain I make cuts on my with masochistic tactics And take a fat ish While simultaneously stabbing a pregnant fat On a mattress While the featus uses my to practice gymnastics on it like a balance beam doing backflips Ay yo, I smack kids, and I compact them, ayo, I them And I'm keepin' freestyle from the brain, I'm lyrically insane Let me Ayo, let me give you the from 2003 went to war and they tried to drag me, and everyone else And now we about to put Tony Blair back on the Were taking it ova', my word to Jehovah, I don't got a Rover I be in the tube, I be at the (?) Spitting on people's faces and out Ay yo no doubt, I keep it complete, Immortal And can even flip it in Spanish, rappers vanish like Immortal Technique, I be chillin', my boy Clamento Ay yo Ralph dot com, log on, so we can drop bombs Yo, Bragging to hook dot com To Rock Steady, not ready, won every battle in New York city Your is not pretty, kinda like Macy Gray, ahaha And my in god is kinda shitty I'll put my hand on a bible and tell Whoopi that shes And this is some mean stuff, that I'm off the top of the brain Ay yo you know how I rock, 2-7-9 that you catching 18 shots And thats how it goes, and thats how it flows, and I'm out of I'm out with ho I'm with your masters and the cash in the Sinceramente - - end of the letter