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immortal technique - hip hop speech lyrics

you not as cold as me
mother f-cker, stop pretendin
i’ll murder you in front of your crib like john lennon
rip the tendons outta your muscle to cut the tension
i’m beyond your comprehension
like related subatomic particles in fifth dimensions
suspension in your breathing is what i’m leaving
until a legion of demons whisper the meaning of life in ya ear
right before they make ya mother f-cking life disappear
but just because you hear the multi-syllabic gramatical
don’t compare me to rappers that are on sabbatical
cause i never did business in little f-cking italy
i play checkers on triple-decker buses in tripoli
the way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably
is a mystery that p-sses me off ridiculously
because im lyrically beyond your level, scientifically
specifically, spitting out the spick in me, prolifically
im the majority of america, futuristically
after i die, f-ck my music, you’ll feel me spiritually
darker than sicily, rippin above the averages
you hold no weight, like b-tches after miscarriages
and your label produces no kids like g-y marriages
i’m disparaging every fake-thug rapper in sight
that’s why your f-ggot -ss 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 hopless, you sound like sh-t when you spit live, like jennifer lopez
i’ll m-ssacre a rich rapper, and all his broke friends
and go to club cheetah, rockin some blood-soaked timbs
party-crashin animal, f-ckin model b-tches
leavin their stick-figure anorexic p-ssy in st-tches
my verbal blitz is to outshine your offense
you’re watered-down nonsense, and i’m 200-proof
chockin a local youth in his home-made vocal booth
you’re a f-cking incompetent k!ller like rae carruth
and i’m technique, the rawest n-gga ever produced
i spit nastier than regurgitating period juice
so burn your f-cking rhymebook, stay warm, and put it to good use
im bout to drop like frozen airplane sh-t through ya roof
and im 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 mother f-cker, you cats don’t burn rubber
you n-ggas can’t even get a cab like danny glover
you ain’t hardcore, ill smack the sh-t outta your mother
you wanna be gutter? i’ll leave you laid out in the street
signed yours truly, the mother f-ckin immortal technique
thanks to ado

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