1] Yeah nigga, Technique, metaphysics
The era was cute but it's about to be done I leave you of clips like the moon blocking the sun my metaphors are dirty like but harder to catch an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch and now these parasites wanna of my ASCAP trying to control perspective like an flashback but here's a quotable for every single exec get your hands out my pocket nigga like Malcolm X but ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me curse the heavens and when the sky electrocutes me Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts dreams no ones as as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes I leave ya to own destruction like sparking a fiend 'cause you got in ya voice like star scream and that's the primary that I hate yall faggots been nice since niggas got killed over 8-ball jackets and Reebok Pumps that didn't do for the sneaker I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the and murder counter revolutionaries break a thermometer and feed his kids mercury ANR's try jerking me they call shots offered me a deal and a blanket of small pox your all getting shot, you little fucking trecherous
This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting for free and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking company you can call it or restitution lock and load nigga, industrial
2] I want fifty million dollars for my collar stand the Bush administration gave to the Taliban and fuck packing grams nigga, to speak and behave you spend twenty years as a government slave two million people in prison keep the paid in a six by eight cell alive in the grave i was made by revolution to speak to the in the club toast the truth, reach for the glasses I burn an orphanage just to heat to you bastards innocent deep in a casket, fashion intoxicated of the flow like thugs you motherfuckers never get me to stop blastin' your better off asking Ariel for compasion your off begging for twenty points for a label your better off cancer under telephone cabels Technique chemically unstable, set to foretold by the dead sea written in codes so if your message ain't shit, fuck the you sold 'cause if you go platinum, got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million people are stupid as stuck in the underground in and rose to the limit distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick Revolutionary 2, murder the critics and your fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets