....I'm the majority of America futuristically
After I die, f*** my music, you'll feel me spiritually
Darker than Sicily ripping above the averages
You hold no weight, like b****** after miscarriages
And your labor produces no kids like gay marriages
I'm disparaging every fake thug rapper in sight
That's why your f***** a** will never make it into the light
I'll crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic
And now you know what I'm like
I'll Suge Knight the industry, I feel like the spirit of Nat Turner got into me
You're infinitely hopeless, you sound like s*** when you spit live
Like Jennifer Lopez, I'll massacre a rich rapper
And all his broke friends, and go to Club Cheetah
Rocking some blood-soaked Tims, party crashing, animal-f****** model b******
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic p**** in stitches
My verbal blitzes have outshined your offence
You're watered down nonsense, and I'm two-hundred proof
Choking the local youth in this home-made vocal booth
You're a f****** incompetent killer like Ray Carruth
And I'm Technique, the rawest n**** ever produced
I spit nastier than regurgitating period juice
So burn your f****** rhyme book
Stay warm, and put it to good use
I'm about to drop like frozen airplane-s*** through your roof
And I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You never robbed Dominicans, and you couldn't sling rocks if you was Palestinian
You broke m***********, you cats don't burn rubber
You n***** can't even get a f****** cab like Danny Glover
You ain't hardcore, I'll smack the s*** out of your mother
You wanna be gutter? I'll leave you laid out in the street
Signed yours truly, the m************ Immortal Technique.
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After I die, f*** my music, you'll feel me spiritually
Darker than Sicily ripping above the averages
You hold no weight, like b****** after miscarriages
And your labor produces no kids like gay marriages
I'm disparaging every fake thug rapper in sight
That's why your f***** a** will never make it into the light
I'll crack your skull when I smash your face into the mic
And now you know what I'm like
I'll Suge Knight the industry, I feel like the spirit of Nat Turner got into me
You're infinitely hopeless, you sound like s*** when you spit live
Like Jennifer Lopez, I'll massacre a rich rapper
And all his broke friends, and go to Club Cheetah
Rocking some blood-soaked Tims, party crashing, animal-f****** model b******
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic p**** in stitches
My verbal blitzes have outshined your offence
You're watered down nonsense, and I'm two-hundred proof
Choking the local youth in this home-made vocal booth
You're a f****** incompetent killer like Ray Carruth
And I'm Technique, the rawest n**** ever produced
I spit nastier than regurgitating period juice
So burn your f****** rhyme book
Stay warm, and put it to good use
I'm about to drop like frozen airplane-s*** through your roof
And I'm sick of fake hustlers telling lies to the youth
You never robbed Dominicans, and you couldn't sling rocks if you was Palestinian
You broke m***********, you cats don't burn rubber
You n***** can't even get a f****** cab like Danny Glover
You ain't hardcore, I'll smack the s*** out of your mother
You wanna be gutter? I'll leave you laid out in the street
Signed yours truly, the m************ Immortal Technique.
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