Immortal Technique - Hip hop speech lyrics

You not as cold as me
Mother fucker, stop pretendin
I'll murder you in front of
Your crib like John Lennon
Rip the tendons outta 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 ya ear
Right before they make ya
Mother fucking life disappear
But just because you hear
The multi-syllabic gramatical
Don't compare me to rappers
That are on sabbatical
Cause i never did business
In little fucking Italy
I play checkers on triple-decker
Buses in Tripoli
The way that you typically bicker with me
Inexplicably
Is a mystery that pisses me off ridiculously
Because im lyrically beyond your level
Scientifically
Specifically, spitting out the spick in me
Prolifically
Im the majority of America, futuristically
After i die, fuck my music
You'll feel me spiritually
Darker than Sicily, rippin above the averages
You hold no weight
Like bitches after miscarriages
And your label produces no
Kids like gay marriages
I'm disparaging every fake-thug
Rapper in sight
That's why your faggot ass 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 hopless, you sound like
Shit when you spit live, like Jennifer Lopez
I'll massacre a rich rapper
And all his broke friends
And go to club Cheetah
Rockin some blood-soaked Timbs
Party-crashin animal, fuckin model bitches
Leavin their stick-figure anorexic
Pussy in stitches
My verbal blitz is to outshine your offense
You're watered down nonsense
And I'm 200-proof
Chockin a local youth in his
Home made vocal booth
You're a fucking incompetent killer
Like Rae Carruth and I'm Technique
The rawest nigga ever produced
I spit nastier than
Regurgitating period juice
So burn your fucking rhymebook, stay warm
And put it to good use
Im bout to drop like frozen
Airplane shit through ya roof
And im sick of fake hustlers
Telling lies to the youth
You never robbed Dominicans
And you couldn't sling rocks
If you was Palestinian
You broke mother fucker
You cats don't burn rubber
You niggas can't even get a
Cab like Danny Glover you ain't hardcore
Ill smack the shit outta your mother
You wanna be gutter? i'll leave you
Laid out in the street signed yours truly
The mother fuckin Immortal Technique
Thanks to ado