This is a song about "Technique"

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

Who thinks by his technique i would be terrified to speak

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

Well im still dubious about my technique and delivery

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Like immortal technique, diabolic, and the rest,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

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

An immortal technique

I say what my mind speak