This is a song about "Technique"

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

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

An immortal technique

What do i really need

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

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

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Like immortal technique, diabolic, and the rest,

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

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