No Mercy Immortal Technique

[Intro: Malcolm X]
"Brothers and sisters, and friends, and I see some enemies
{Laughter and then applause}
In fact I think we'd be fooling ourselves
If we had an audience this large and didn't realize
That there were some enemies present."

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
I'm a weapon that fires lyrical projectiles
With no mercy, I'm cold-blooded like reptiles
Touch a pregnant bitch and make her give birth to a dead child
Every time I flex styles
Niggas vacate the premises and become exiles
I manufacture rhymes like textiles of X-Files
Enlighten juveniles livin' life with no purpose
Organize an army that'll make the devils nervous
Competition is worthless like the electoral vote
If you provoke, I'll break your motherfuckin' neck in a yoke
You're better off throwin' your shitty life away sniffin' coke
Technique'll choke you into a spiritual state
And it will take a lake of hydrochloric acid to soften this
I'll fake your parents suicide and kill you in the orphanage
But I inspire ideological metamorphosis
Stop talkin' shit, or I'll make your existence a memory
So you can have me frozen cryogenically for centuries
But I'll break the ice if anyone on the planet mentions me
I'll burn a hypocritical flag intentionally
Explosive revolutionary chemistry's my destiny