Yo,You're not as cold as me, motherf**er stop pretending
I'll murder you in front of your crib like John Lennon
Rip the tendons out of your muscle to cut the tension
I'm beyond your comprehension like related subatomic particles and fifth dimensions
Suspension in your breathing is what I'm leaving until a legion
Of demons whisper the meaning of life in your ear
Right before they make your motherf**ing life disappear
But just because you hear the multi-syllabic grammatical
Don't compare me to rappers that are on sabbatical
Because I never did business in little f**ing Italy
I play checkers on triple-decker tour buses in Tripoli
The way that you typically bicker with me inexplicably
Is a mystery that pisses me off ridiculously
Because I'm lyrically beyond your level scientifically
Specifically spitting out the spic in me prolifically
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**hes after miscarriages
And your label produces no kids like gay marriages
I'm disparaging every fake thug rapper in sight
That's why your f*ggot 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 sh** when you spit live
Like Jennifer Lopez, I'll ma**acre a rich rapper
And all his broke friends, and go to Club Cheetah
Rocking some blood-soaked Tims, party crashing, animal-f**ing model b**hes
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic p**y in stitches
My verbal blitzes outshined your offense
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**ing incompetent k**er like Rae Carruth
And I'm Technique, the rawest n***a ever produced
I spit nastier than regurgitating period juice
So burn your f**ing rhyme book
Stay warm, and put it to good use
I'm about to drop like frozen airplane-sh** 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 motherf**er, you cats don't burn rubber
You n***as can't even get a f**ing cab like Danny Glover
You ain't hardcore, I'll smack the sh** out of your mother
You wanna be gutter? I'll leave you laid out in the street
Signed yours truly, the motherf**ing Immortal Technique