1] Yeah nigga, Technique, metaphysics
The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be I you full of clips like the moon blocking the sun my metaphors are like herpes but harder to catch like an escape tunnel in prison I started from and now these parasites wanna of my ASCAP trying to perspective like an acid flashback but here's a for every single record exec get your fucking out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X but this a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not that of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me curse the heavens and laugh when the sky me Immortal Technique stuck in your darkening dreams no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing I leave ya to your own destruction like a fiend 'cause you got jealousy in ya voice like scream and that's the primary reason I hate yall faggots I've nice since niggas got killed over 8-ball jackets and Reebok Pumps that do shit for the sneaker I'm a heatseaker with that'll reach through the speaker and murder counter personally break a thermometer and feed his kids mercury ANR's try jerking me thinking call shots offered me a deal and a full of small pox all getting shot, you little fucking trecherous bitches
This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting for free and if you devils play broke, then I'm your company you can call it reparations or lock and load nigga, revolution
2] I fifty three million dollars for my collar stand like the Bush gave to the Taliban and fuck grams nigga, learn to speak and behave you wanna spend twenty as a government slave two million people in prison the government paid stuck in a six by eight cell in the grave i was by revolution to speak to the masses in the club toast the truth, reach for the glasses I burn an just to bring heat to you bastards innocent deep in a casket, fashion intoxicated of the flow like thugs you motherfuckers will never get me to blastin' your better off asking Ariel for compasion your better off begging for twenty points for a your off battling cancer under telephone cabels Technique unstable, set to explode by the dead sea scrolls written in codes so if message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold 'cause if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with it just means that a million people are as fuck stuck in the underground in general and to the limit without distribution managers, a deal, or a Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the and leave your fucking body rotten for the roaches and