[Verse 1]
They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it
Reality is nurishment, but people don`t believe it
I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimick
its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it
But this is for the paralygics, people dreamin` of runnin`
ladies married to men who dont please `em, dreamin` of comin`
urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I`m gunnin`
Some cowards on the internet didn`t think I would sell
scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell
and couldn`t understand the pain of being stuck in a cell
Hell is not a place you go, if you not a christian
it`s the failure of your lifes greatest ambition
It`s a bad decision to blindly follow any religion
I don`t see the difference in between the raw and the wrong
Soldiers emptyin` the clips at little kids and they moms
I`m just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb
Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin` a song
I`m not controversial, I`m just speakin` the facts
Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back
and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack
And since life is a gamble like the crabstables at Vegas
I freestyle my destiny, it`s not written in pages
[Verse 2]
I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be
as if our peoples history started with slavery
Painfully I discovered the shit they kept us secret
this is the exodus like the black jews out of Egypt
I keep it reality based wit the music I make
brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit
like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred
I`m like the africans who came here before Colombus
and from the 15hundreds until after the model
I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow
You see the spanjards never left Espace the Cologne
and if you don`t believe me, you can click on Uni Mission
I never seen so much racism in all of my life
every program and newscast, all of them white
It`s like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the rest
that type of stress `ll make me put the fucking tool to your chest
Step in my way nigga, I wouldn`t wanna be ya
I burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonnorrhea
I`ll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag
while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag
Try to confuse you, makin` it hard to follow this:
capitalism en democracy are not synonymous
You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill
sellin` your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill
But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin` the past
like an abused wife with the kids, leavin` your ass
Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin` the stash
unbreakable Technique leavin` the plane crash
I`m out with the black box and I refuse to return
I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn
and I refuse to be concerned with condecending advice
cuz I am the only motherfucker that could change my life
[Ending]
Some people think I won`t make it
but I know that I will
Escape the emptiness
cuz that shit is slow and it kills
the flow and the skill
I made y`all believe that it last
You can make the future
but it starts with LEAVING THE PAST
