This is a song about "Techniques"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Used my immortal techniques to have a dance off with satan,

Techniques speak i'm rather unique

Sometimes i think, what i need

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

You say you have techniques you can't show me

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

She's been missing for weeks her kid takes a seat watching my techniques

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Correct techniques like i'm sprayin' tecs, stayin' vexed,

Is not far from white girls with big bread