This is a song about "Technique"

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Like immortal technique, diabolic, and the rest,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

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

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

The way he used the rhyming and flow technique i had to plagiarize

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

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