I'm not down with the conscious rap, or the Sambos
My flow is cancerous milk like Monsanto's
Sold through the hood, in a package of murder
I'm like white people, who get fired and back with a burner
Gauge 5 semi, with the infrared beams
So f** the Ku Klux and the Combat-18
I put bullets in your spleen, sendin' you to the grave
And through all that, a motherf**er still get paid
And cause of that, some n***as can't stand me man
But that's the curse of the slave like Candyman
House n***as that traded they soul to get ahead
And then f**ed over for placin' they faith in the feds
So while the government, talk about a mission to Mars
They leave the hood, stuck in a position to starve
Capitalism's a religion that makes Satan a god
And teaches self-righteous people to embrace a facade
They call us terrorists now, after they ruined our countries
Funded right-wing paramilitary monkeys
And that's not some left-wing mythology, b**h
Anyone tellin' you different is a government snitch
Part of the propaganda that'll prosecute a gram-handler
But don't look on off-shore oil rigs for the answer
This is the cancerous (?), keep it trembling
With the words that I'm rea**emblin'
This is the bang-bus emblem
Free-style of the top of the mental
With no instrumental
In the middle of London
Where the sky be thunderin'
Most of the time
But it's shinin'
So I keep on rhymin'
Repetitively
Like it was meant to be destiny
Inevitably
Immortal Technique, Harlem don't raise no s**as
And I'll buck yo' a** where they don't allow guns mothaf**a