[Immortal Technique]

Niggas think they smooth now, but they need to be told,
To never endeavor to ever go platinum or gold,
Couldn't get any respect, no matter how much you sold,
The type to loose a battle and start acting five years old,
Play the role of gang images, tryna be trife [to hustle],
Your albums never coming out like niggas that's doin life,
You try to leave the Cyph, but Technique take you to trial
Exhibit A, is the psychological profile of your style
You pretend you had it harder than the people in your click,
Always talkin bout' your guns, and the bitches you stick,
But you was locked up in prison with the faggots suckin your dick,
And cheating on your baby mom with anything you could hit,
Claiming you got a record deal but cant rap for shit,
You perpetual hypocrite, you fail to get the message like niggas act illiterate,
You too drunk to talk, like at the nonsense you spit,
You sound ignorant like rappers that is talkin my ear off,
With the mouth full of Smirnoff, stumbling and fallin over,
Braggin about expense clothes and your range rover,
Muthafucka, come back and talk to me when your sober,
You stay coked up, like the first version of Coca Cola,
But on every day out of the solar year I'm the controller
And your life is going nowhere,
Like a broken roller-coaster, you dont own a gat,
Your people use you like a gun holster,
So put the mic down and cut the beat-box nigga,
Take off the fake Rolex, and the Reeboks nigga,
The only biscuit you got is in a KFC box nigga,
The rigorous job of proving these niggas fictions was handed down to Technique,
And Breez, we get vicious,
I expose the legend hard-rock niggas that turn snitches,
And MC's that play themselves like shit talking bitches,
Talk about none existent riches, because the label makes you,
The same fuckin label that monetarily rapes you,
But i came to liberate you with socialist Revolution,
Like Khmer rouge, (?)
But your weak actin outta confusion,
Your losing,
So fuck having a truce with you,
Cause i don't care about the things that you used to do,
The airport that you supposedly boosted through, (?)
All the pathetic hardcore drug abuse you do,
Yo, I'm not an alcoholic but I'm used to Brew,
But I wouldn't even fucking drink a juice with you,
We don't want to produce you, id rather watch you splatter,
I'm the infinite dark matter that puts stars in their place,
I run with a drop squad of niggas saving my race,
Stomp your backstabbing coward ass name in disgrace.

Yo I'm not alcoholic but i used to brew, (?)
But i wouldn't even fuckin try to deuce with you, (?)

I know that part is:

Yo, I'm not an alcoholic but I'm used to Brew,
But I wouldn't even fucking drink a juice with you

"But i came to liberate you with socialist Revolution, like Khmer rouge"........ i think he said like but for sure he said Khmer rouge or he might of said fuck khmer rouge or of it's hard to hear

this is one of my favorite unreleased songs hahaha

"Like Khmer Roughe
But your weak actin outta confusion"
its sounds weird cuz he says actin and outta as if it was one word to stay on beat but thats definitely what he says if you listen to it

"Contemporary America would look at Aztecs as savages for sacrificing people to their God But you would not look at Europeans in the same light, even though they used to burn people alive as heretics to honor their God"
-Immortal Technique
"Tortured Genius/More Respect Less Connected/The Aborted Fetus Immortal Tech Ressurected/The Filthiest Affiliate/but They'll Feel Me If/I Impale Them on the Coat Hanger They Killed Me With/I Do an Eye for an Eye but I Don't Respect Ya/So I Used an AIDS Needle to Stab Both Ya Retinas"-Diabolic