Leaving the Past
They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve itReality is nurishment, but people don't believe itI guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimickits a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean itBut this is for the paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin'ladies married to men who dont please 'em, dreamin' of comin'urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin'Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sellscared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shelland couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cellHell is not a place you go, if you not a christianit's the failure of your lifes greatest ambitionIt's a bad decision to blindly follow any religionI don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrongSoldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they momsI'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bombHumanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bongby a democrat republican Cheech and ChongImmortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a songI'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the factsPut your hands in the air like you got the heat to your backand shake your body like a baby born addicted to crackAnd since life is a gamble like the crabstables at VegasI freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages
I hate it when they tell us how far we came to beas if our peoples history started with slaveryPainfully I discovered the shit they kept us secretthis is the exodus like the black jews out of EgyptI keep it reality based wit the music I makebrought the truth to your face with the style I run witlike the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundredI'm like the africans who came here before Colombusand from the 15hundreds until after the modelI watch Latin America get raped in the sorrowYou see the spanjards never left Espace the Cologneand if you don't believe me, you can click on Uni MissionI never seen so much racism in all of my lifeevery program and newscast, all of them whiteIt's like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the restthat type of stress 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chestStep in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be yaI burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonnorrheaI'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flagwhile Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in dragTry to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:capitalism en democracy are not synonymousYou swallow propaganda like a birth control pillsellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar billBut that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the pastlike an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your assLike a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stashunbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crashI'm out with the black box and I refuse to returnI spit reality, instead of what you usually learnand I refuse to be concerned with condecending advicecuz I am the only motherfucker that could change my life
Some people think I won't make itbut I know that I willEscape the emptinesscuz that shit is slow and it killsthe flow and the skillI made y'all believe that it lastYou can make the futurebut it starts with LEAVING THE PAST