This is a song about "Technique"

Like immortal technique, diabolic, and the rest,

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

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

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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