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Unique in the way I speak
Meek Milly the way I rock
Mi hermanos been focusing on a way to make it out
Baby
Don’t sweat the Technique
Would you trust
up and they complimenting
Bitch you know the vibes when I arrive up in the city
They be mesmerized when I got my eye candy wit me
Caught ya by
So you're the motherfucker they call immortal technique
What the fuck make you so special nigga?
Huh what the fuck do you do?
I calculate planet
by surprise
Take you out of disguise
You could see in my eyes
That i'm dead not alive
Don't get caught in the lies
Yea im dead not
niggas ain't coming in
I keep it loaded like buffering
I got a play for my niggas
I ran it by em and we huddling
I gotta double it
Upin the score now
else! fuck everybody else!
Immortal Technique and fuck everybody else!
Fuck everybody else! fuck everybody else!
Psycho Realm and fuck everybody else!
the technique of breathing – breath to live
You participate in this – gigantic dance
You're immortal
You're immortal
You're immortal
Perishable is your body
Look
my technique hook shot swishhhh
Scored a game high i had to throw ice on my aching wrist
In a neighborhood wit two 5's bitch it's dime time (Dime time)
UK wot.
Yo as a hustle in the city for a paper stack lord knows
i got the devil on ma back
Its a cold world l gotta stay on track,
dogg eat dogg
blazing!)
why ahora for you motherfucking niggaz
Yo... si
[Verse 2]
Immortal Technique the resurrected Che Guevara
But y'all cats are just a bunch of fake
(Immortal Technique)
Yeah its Harlem (ahahaa)
Tellin' you the other side of the story
(yeah)
Its that serious (let these muthafuckas know)
You gotta see how the hustle go
You know we caught him by his bros though
He's just another person, another victim
Another one that's caught up in
So you're the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique.
What the fuck make you so special nigga?
Huh... what the fuck do you do?
I calculate
This is an invasion
An occupation
Immortal Technique
The evil genius DJ Green Lantern
And you're now understanding guerrilla warfare
Is being spread
Let you know something about me
I'm a Southern boy! Know
What I'm talking about?
I remember all the days stuck in December
Caught in the rain, all
paradise, sippin' this game and pay the price
I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin'
Uzi, Mac and a jacker, young thief in the night
shoot me
Curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams
No one's as good as me,
rush failures
Because there is no glory in defeat
Water won't ever be hotter by itself
Trouble your mind it won't tire itself
Your mind needs change
Not
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
I remember hearin' through the
grapevine that you were gonna try and get a couple people on that
I had even sent it to Immortal Technique, I'm not
Newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
still in
Call me the professor Snape
Gotta kill all these serpents you mother lovin' worship
Critics
Turn'em into crickets now
I caught the golden snitch
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
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