I know I look like, Technique to you But I this genetic clone just to speak to you Me and 279, are planting a in the building Coz' underground shows got women and children I'm killin', every fake nigga alive So most people tryna' rap survive Machine gun around me like a panorama And burn rubber with the ghost of Princess I'm like Santana, pulling strings in the While slaves emulate masters living the same the fame I can't a second alone I got security 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 fully AK Murder cowards in sleep like the I.R.A I represent 4 Dawg, that's the best hood You catch a shot while you in your whip like Tim Westwood Whilin' out, you know how we persuing And this is freestyle in the Other are spittin' a written bitten composition You're into submission This is Harlem, you'll never 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, that's how I'm Ay yo, check it out, now I'm the Latino I never had to buy an album like Benzino 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, what's happening, I'm rockin' it, off of the brain insane, Immortal Technique, saying you nice as me dawg? You straight telling Me and you have never even like Biggie Small's eyes will you realize, Immortal Technique is iller The guerrilla, Stomp you like a stone 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 when you see me up in the it hip-hop off the top of the knot And yo, that's how it goes, that's how it flows, how it shows Ay yo 96.9 Ay yo I the same numbers from 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 preaching the gospel, ayo thats A church in America the prophet Muhammad a terrorist Forgetting God is not a religion, but a bond And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the They bombing innocent people, tryin' to Saddam they gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran This is the information they hold back from Peter Jennings Cause Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings I break it down with critical and spiritual anguish The I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ You murdered him, his religion, and painted him white Translated in psychologically tainted Conservative right wing, ideology together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation I got my to the wall, I'm facin' assassination Bay, federal incarceration How this be, the land of the free, home of the brave? Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the Corporate America, dancin' to the rhythm They really think this never sponsored terrorism Human rights violations, we the saga El Savador and the contras in And on top of that, they still take me to prison Just cause I won't trade humanity for Ayo I'm still out I know you flipped the instrumental Which I'm spitting off the top of the mental Ay yo this government is tapping my Like I told you before, I'm it raw I smash your kids in a car door And thats how it goes, you know ill and theirs crazy Immortal blazingly, amazing MCs Yo, I'm hangin' out with the illest rappers 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 take a fat ish simultaneously stabbing a pregnant fat bitch On a vomit-covered the featus uses my dick to practice gymnastics Dancing on it like a balance doing backflips Ay yo, I smack kids, and I compact them, ayo, I them And I'm this freestyle from the brain, I'm lyrically insane Let me Ayo, let me you the rap-up from 2003 People went to war and they tried to drag me, and everyone And now we about to put Tony Blair on the shelf Were taking it ova', my to Jehovah, I don't got a Range Rover I be in the tube, I be at the (?) Spitting on people's and whiling out Ay yo no doubt, I it complete, Immortal Technique And can even flip it in Spanish, rappers vanish like Immortal Technique, I be chillin', my boy Clamento Ay yo Ralph Dogg dot com, log on, so we can bombs Yo, Rights to hook dot com To Rock Steady, not ready, won every battle in New York city Your style is not pretty, kinda Macy 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 mean stuff, that I'm spitting 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 how it flows, and I'm out of here I'm out with ho I'm with your and the cash in the Jetta - Technique - end of the letter