This is a song about "Technique"

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

One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious

So these next few lines i will demonstrate a technique i recently defined.

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

He says we have no technique, but who is he to critique

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

An immortal technique

If he does my soul to keep

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat