I know I look like, Immortal to you But I created this genetic just to speak to you Me and 279, are planting a in the building Coz' shows never got women and children I'm serial killin', every fake nigga So people tryna' rap won't survive Machine gun everything around me like a And burn rubber the ghost of Princess Diana I'm like Santana, pulling in the game While slaves emulate masters living the same the fame I can't rest a alone I got homeland security my phone But a warning to the government that creeps on me I'm like a cum mattress - don't sleep on me I roll deep, with a fully AK Murder in their sleep like the I.R.A I represent Zone 4 Dawg, that's the best You a shot while you sittin in your whip like Tim Westwood out, you know how we doing persuing And this is in the meanwhile Other cats are spittin' a written composition crushed into submission This is Harlem, you'll never to stardom kid I came down to London, and you how we did And is off the dome, off of the brain, lyrically insane And that's how I'm tripping, that's how I'm Ay yo, it out, now I'm the illest Latino I never had to buy an back like Benzino You I'm sick with the flow, spittin' it slow And yo I had to go to the bathroom, I made a I 10 pounds, and I don't even gamble So y'know, what's happening, when I'm rockin' it, off of the insane, Immortal Technique, saying you nice as me dawg? You straight telling Me and you never been even like Biggie Small's eyes When will you realize, Immortal is iller The guerrilla, Stomp you like a stone pillar Comin' through, whoever, cleverly, under the weather Yo, it's like the latin assasin a make it happen I'm about to go platinum but when you see me up in the Rockin' it hip-hop off the top of the And yo, that's how it goes, that's how it flows, that's how it Ay yo 96.9 Ay yo I substract the same numbers both sides and thats 5-9 And that's fine, and I to climb I to shine, I continue to climb And yo, the voice of racism the gospel, ayo thats devilish A in America called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the They bombing people, tryin' to murder Saddam When gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran This is the information that they hold from Peter Jennings Cause Condoleeza is just a new age Sally Hemmings I break it with critical language and spiritual anguish The Judas I with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered him, stole his religion, and painted him in psychologically tainted philosophy Conservative political right wing, together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation I got my back to the wall, I'm assassination Guantanamo Bay, federal How this be, the land of the free, home of the brave? holocaust, and the home of the slaves Corporate America, dancin' to the rhythm They really think country never sponsored terrorism Human rights violations, we continue the El Savador and the contras in And on top of that, they still wanna take me to Just I won't trade humanity for patriotism Ayo I'm bugging out I know you flipped the instrumental Which coincidental I'm spitting off the top of the Ay yo government is tapping my phone Like I you before, I'm keeping it raw I your kids hands in a car door And thats how it goes, you know there's ill and theirs Immortal Technique blazingly, MCs Yo, I'm hangin' out with the rappers alive And yo I strive to be better, I to survive I to strap a live wire to the top of my brain I make cuts on my with masochistic tactics And then a fat ish While stabbing a pregnant fat bitch On a vomit-covered While the featus uses my dick to gymnastics Dancing on it like a balance beam doing Ay yo, I smack kids, and I compact them, ayo, I subtract And I'm keepin' this freestyle the brain, I'm lyrically insane Let me Ayo, let me give you the rap-up from People went to war and they tried to drag me, and else And now we about to put Tony Blair back on the taking it ova', my word to Jehovah, I don't got a Range 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, Technique And can flip it in Spanish, make rappers vanish like Technique, I be chillin', with my boy Clamento Ay yo Dogg dot com, log on, so we can drop bombs Yo, Bragging Rights to dot com To Rock Steady, not ready, won every battle in New York city Your style is not pretty, kinda like Gray, ahaha And my in god is kinda shitty I'll put my hand on a bible and Whoopi that shes pretty And this is some stuff, that I'm spitting off the top of the brain Ay yo you know how I rock, 2-7-9 that means you catching 18 And thats how it goes, and thats how it flows, and I'm out of I'm out with ho I'm with masters and the cash in the Jetta - Technique - end of the letter