This is the point from which I can never return, and if I back down now then forever I burn. This is the point from which I can never retreat cause if I turn back now there can never be peace. This is the point from which I will die or succeed, living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed. From now on it can never be the same as before, cause the place that I'm from doesn't exist any more

Mothafucka's made me out of self-righteous hatred. And now you got yourself a virus, stuck in the matrix. A suicide bomber, strapped up ready to blow, lethal injection, strapped down, ready to go. Don't you understand they'll never let me live out in peace? Concrete jungle, guerrilla war out in the streets. Nat Turner with the sickle, pitchfork and machete. The end of the world, mothafucka, you not ready. My people are so hungry they'll attack without reason, like a fucking dog ripping off the hand that feeds him. Immortal Technique is treason to the Patriot Act, so come and get me muthafucka, cause I'm not coming back.

I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black / The way the government downplays historical facts / 'Cuz the United States sponsored the rise of the Third Reich / Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight / Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight

How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave.. indigenous holocaust and the home of the slaves. Corporate America dancing offbeat to the rhythm. You really think this country never sponsored terrorism? Human rights violations we continue the saga, El Salvador and the Contras in Nicaragua. And on top of that you still want to take me to prison, just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism.