[Intro]

Yo, load the fuck up (Locked and loading)

You too (Locked and loading, sir)

Remember break that window when that cop comes in

And blow that motherfuckers head off

*multiple gun shots* (Got him)

Yeah load it up again 'cause these motherfuckers are gonna come back for us (We're ready)

We gotta be prepared in this day and age, we gotta

Be prepared for whatever comes the fuck at us. (Word up)

'Cause we are living revolutionarily. (Definitely)

You cannot second guess yourself in these days and times

They're gonna throw whatever they can at you and you gotta be prepared for it

You gotta be prepared for anything

[Interlude: Malcolm X]

It's liberty or it's death

It's freedom for everybody or freedom for nobody!

[Chorus]

No matter what the fuck life throws at me

I continue to make it through indefinitely

Immortal Technique defeats the odds repetitively

Until there ain't shit ahead of me competitively

Surviving the tough times is imperative to me

Looking at the whole world revolutionarily

[Interlude: Malcolm X]

They don’t want to hear you old Uncle Tom handkerchief heads talking about the odds

[Verse 1]

Technique will force you into strategical retreat

Because I dominate guerrilla warfare in the streets

There ain't no way to picture me without a victory speech

When I reach higher positions

Without the recognition of pissed on competition

Cause I conquered their renditions

In a systematic form like a religious tradition

My mission is to take you, lyrically break you

Lyrically assassinate you

Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you

To destroy the power that mentally incarcerates you

'Cause even though I rip it better I could not forsake you

You're my people with the same oppressors so how could I hate you

The revolution of the mind that bring me generates you

But when you come original people impersonate you, start to hate you

'Cause the conflict is building within

The ultimate sin is to be ashamed of your skin

My rhymes are like Jamaican over proof, I make the room spin

Intoxicated flow I bleed vodka and brandy

Don't make me choke you down like Jon Benét Ramsey

Something demands of me to rip this fucking shit uncannily

God commanded me to be a technological disease

And psychologically do battle with the best MCs

Upper-case the 'T' in Technique

Cause I'm the capital of revolutionary nation that's infallible

Aztec; Lecter, Hannibal

Rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to the cannibals

You're just a fucking animal but I'm the Neosapien

'Cause my original civilization was based upon creation

You know there's no escaping even though your heart is racing

I'll put your best disciple on academic probation

Fuck the litigation, fuck the best rapper nominations

And fuck the president I voted for assassination

I'm saying fuck the federal bullshit investigations

Fuck the cover up of ghetto radiation extermination

Using my people for experimentation

And if it doesn't play hip-hop then fuck your radio station!

[Chorus]

No matter what the fuck life throws at me

I continue to make it through indefinitely

Immortal Technique defeats the odds repetitively

Until there ain't shit ahead of me competitively

Surviving the tough times is imperative to me

Looking at the whole world revolutionarily

[Interlude: Malcolm X]

Revolutions overturn systems

Revolutions destroy systems!

[Verse 2]

Yo, what the fuck happen to reality spitting rhyme slayers?

These days everybody trying to be a thug or a player

Where did all the real motherfuckers go in the game?

Bring back the break dancers and graffiti writers with fame

I remember hip-hop before the mic gun clapping

'Cause I used to drink forties with more flavor then these rappers

Lyrical ego trips doesn't make fortification

Your not dope enough to spit self glorification

So don't jerk me around 'cause my name ain't masturbation

Life is hard it'll leave you scarred cause I been through shit

If you consider rap a job I suggest that you quit

Don't you understand the audience will listen and dance

In the club, crib or car or whatever they get the chance

To be emancipated start debating justice in the cipher

Why do you think project rooms look like the cells in Rikers?

I'm explaining the significance on the reason behind it

They're preparing your children for the prison environment

When you don't amount to shit prison becomes retirement

But I refuse to be took in to central booking in chains

'Cause sleeping on the floor in cages starts to fuck with your brain

The system ain't reformatory, it's only purgatory

Close to Hell but I rebel as begin to spark an L

And tell my people how we fell into the trap that we live in

Because they locked us up in ghetto's and began to rape my women

So, I leave the system Unforgiven like Eastwood

Cause I was bless with lyrical strength to do whatever I could

You should of seen it coming long ago when you were very young

My word is through the Father, Holy Spirit and his fucking Son

'Cause when I grab the mic device in front of Christ and start to rip it

I'll make Jesus turn around and say, "Yo, Pop, this nigga flipped it"

So talk about whatever and be what you wanna be

But don't mistake the way I break the faith for simple blasphemy

'Cause through the highest frequencies in the NYC

I'm crushing ninety-seven-point-one percent of MCs

[Chorus]

No matter what the fuck life throws at me

I continue to make it through indefinitely

Immortal Technique defeats the odds repetitively

Until there ain't shit ahead of me competitively

Surviving the tough times is imperative to me

Looking at the whole world revolutionarily