[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
Yeah P, yeah
You don't want to f** with me, up in the cyph'
I'll make you go the f** home and rethink your life
We're on a mission tonight, sick with the flow
Underground paper chase, flipping the dough
Immortal Technique sits on a throne of bones
That belong to little kids that were stolen from home
My open-air concerts are destroying the ozone
Creating tumors on the side of your head like cell-phones
You motherf**ers are clones, but I'm the original
The prototype for the most psychotic individuals
Clinical studies prove that f**ing with me can be bloody
I used to keep a straight razor in the back of my cubby
Now i em on me to scarface you and your buddy
I can look into your soul whether you hate me or love me
That's why i think some of the most beautiful people are ugly
Corrupted by money, drowning in a bottle of bubbly
It's because of me that your army retreats in disgrace
Your people love you but not enough to die in your place
I use Chinese philosophies to murder the case
The sound of one hand clapping, is my gat in your face
Your foundation got cracks in the base like a dope fiend
Choking your broken dreams in a spy-hunter smoke screen
I got no respect, raw dog stoking your queen
Jerking off while I'm laughing because my jokes are obscene
None of your team can measure up to the sh** that i'm spitting
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Golden shower your girl because i don't got a pot to piss in
Tech, Mac Lethal, El-P stay on the mission (ha,ha,ha)
So shut the f** up and listen