1] Yeah nigga, Technique, metaphysics
The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be I leave you full of clips like the blocking the sun my metaphors are dirty herpes but harder to catch like an tunnel in prison I started from scratch and now these parasites percent of my ASCAP trying to control perspective like an acid but here's a quotable for every single record get your fucking hands out my nigga like Malcolm X but this a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you me the heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing I leave ya to your own like sparking a fiend 'cause you got jealousy in ya voice star scream and that's the primary reason that I hate faggots I've been nice since niggas got over 8-ball jackets and Reebok Pumps didn't do shit for the sneaker I'm a heatseaker with features that'll through the speaker and counter revolutionaries personally a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury ANR's try jerking me thinking they shots me a deal and a blanket full of small pox your all getting shot, you fucking trecherous bitches
This is the business, and ya'll ain't nothing for free and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your you can call it reparations or lock and nigga, industrial revolution
2] I want three million dollars for my collar stand the Bush administration gave to the Taliban and fuck packing grams nigga, to speak and behave you wanna spend twenty years as a slave two million people in prison keep the paid stuck in a six by cell alive in the grave i was made by revolution to speak to the deep in the club toast the truth, for the glasses I burn an just to bring heat to you bastards innocent in a casket, columbian fashion intoxicated of the flow like thugs you motherfuckers will never get me to stop better off asking Ariel Sharon 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 scrolls in codes so if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you 'cause if you go platinum, got nothing to do with luck it just means that a million are stupid as fuck stuck in the in general and rose to the limit distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick Revolutionary 2, murder the critics and leave your fucking body rotten for the and crickets