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lose yourself freestyle - immortal technique lyrics

[verse 1:]
you’re not as cold as me, motherf-cker 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 in 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-cking life disappear
but just cause you hear the multi-syllabic grammatical
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 tour buses in tripoli
the way that you typically bicker with me inexplicably
is a mystery that p-sses 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-ck my music, you’ll feel me spiritually
darker than sicily ripping 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 hopeless, 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
rocking some blood-soaked tims, party crashing, animal-f-cking model b-tches
leaving their stick-figure anorexic p-ssy in st-tches
my verbal blitzes have outshined your offence
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-cking incomponent 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 rhyme book
stay warm, and put it to good use
i’m about to drop like frozen airplane-sh-t through your roof
and i’m sick of fake hustlas telling lies to the youth
you never robbed dominicans, and you couldn’t sling rocks if you was palestenian
you broke motherf-cker, you cats don’t burn rubber
you n-ggas can’t even get a f-cking cab like danny glover
you ain’t hardcore, i’ll smack the sh-t out of your mother
you wanna be gutter? i’ll leave you laid out in the street
signed yours truly, the motherf-cking immortal technique

[outro:]
yeah, immortal technique
yeah, cut this motherf-cker’s face off

- immortal technique lyrics

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