Immortal Technique - Lose Yourself Freestyle lyrics
[Immortal Technique - Lose Yourself Freestyle lyrics]
You're not as cold as me
Motherfucker 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
Motherfucking 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 fucking Italy
I play checkers on triple-decker
Tour buses in Tripoli
The way that you typically
Bicker with me inexplicably
Is a mystery that pisses 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, fuck my music
You'll feel me spiritually
Darker than Sicily ripping 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 hopeless
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
Rocking some blood-soaked Tims
Party crashing, animal-fucking model bitches
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic
Pussy in stitches
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 fucking incomponent killer
Like Rae Carruth and I'm Technique
The rawest nigga ever produced
I spit nastier than
Regurgitating period juice
So burn your fucking rhyme book
Stay warm, and put it to good use
I'm about to drop like frozen
Airplane-shit 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 motherfucker
You cats don't burn rubber
You niggas can't even get a
Fucking cab like Danny Glover
You ain't hardcore
I'll smack the shit out of your mother
You wanna be gutter? I'll leave you
Laid out in the street signed yours truly
The motherfucking Immortal Technique
Yeah, Immortal Technique
Yeah, cut this motherfucker's face off
Motherfucker 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
Motherfucking 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 fucking Italy
I play checkers on triple-decker
Tour buses in Tripoli
The way that you typically
Bicker with me inexplicably
Is a mystery that pisses 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, fuck my music
You'll feel me spiritually
Darker than Sicily ripping 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 hopeless
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
Rocking some blood-soaked Tims
Party crashing, animal-fucking model bitches
Leaving their stick-figure anorexic
Pussy in stitches
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 fucking incomponent killer
Like Rae Carruth and I'm Technique
The rawest nigga ever produced
I spit nastier than
Regurgitating period juice
So burn your fucking rhyme book
Stay warm, and put it to good use
I'm about to drop like frozen
Airplane-shit 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 motherfucker
You cats don't burn rubber
You niggas can't even get a
Fucking cab like Danny Glover
You ain't hardcore
I'll smack the shit out of your mother
You wanna be gutter? I'll leave you
Laid out in the street signed yours truly
The motherfucking Immortal Technique
Yeah, Immortal Technique
Yeah, cut this motherfucker's face off