Woorden: Immortal Technique. Lions Den Freestyle.

Yo

They say my words is sinister, so they plotting my death//
Like nation of Islam ministers did to Malcolm X//

But I'm never stressed, I stay with the gat in a Riot//
Ready for beef like Chicago with my hat to the side//

Glock and the clip, Locked and load with the Body Armor//
Cold Blooded, I don't give a fuck about Karma//

Because if it never comes to those who benefit from Misery//
Ain't no mother fucking way that you can ever do shit to me//

There's nothing metaphysically deep, about getting shot//
Pissing in your pants and vomiting blood on the block//

Witness Protection, trying to stay alive on a humble//
Niggas will hunt you down like Dinosaurs Alive in the Jungle//

And don't mumble when you trying to disrespect my bars//
I throw a Chinese Nigga at you affected with SARS//

Get banana boat Niggas to murder you for a gee//
Give them a green card and get you chopped up for free//


But you Ain't even worth getting your body buried//
If you were locked up, you'll be lap dancing for Commissary//

Cut the Commentary, mother fucker nobodies cares//
You try to go to thugs mansion, but nobodies there//

Cause the Judgment day for you is a empty place//
And Ima send you first class with a hole in your face//

I'm taking your space Nigga, don't act like you know me//
Cause I'll fuck your girl whether she likes it or not, like I was Kobe//

I'm Immortal Technique Nigga, you don't want to fuck with that//
I'll beat the shit out of your bitch, and take her trucker hat//

I'm still angry and bitter//
Got Niggas laughing at you after you die, like John Ritter//