This is a song about "Immortal technique"

Traps immortal pride in capsules

As she goes through the levels

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

I freak-a-leek with this technique and add another loss to ya streak,

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

She looks like a model

Hackers die, code is immortal

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

An immortal technique

I pray the lord my guns to keep