(feat. Immortal Technique)



[Intro: Akir]

Yeah, One Enterprises, Viper Records

Presents Akir, Immortal Technique

And this is "Treason" bitch, uhh



[Immortal Technique:]

I'm not down with the conscious rap, or the Sambos

My flow is cancerous milk like Monsanto's

sold through the hood, in a package of murder

I'm like white people, get fired and back with a burner

Gauge 5 semi, with the infrared beams

So fuck the Ku Klux and the Combat-18 (fuck y'all)

I put bullets in your spleen, sendin you to the grave

And through all that, a motherfucker still get paid

And cause of that, some niggaz can't stand me man (hahaha)

But that's the curse of the slave like Candyman (yeah)

House niggaz that traded they soul to get ahead (jiggaboo!)

And then fucked over for placin they faith in the feds (snitch)

So while the government, talk about a mission to Mars

They leave the hood, stuck in a position to starve

Capitalism's a religion that makes Satan a god

And teaches self-righteous people to embrace a facade



[DP One scratches*: "Say what?"]



[Chorus x2: Akir + Immortal Technique]

It's a cut-throat business the way that we live

Born in the hood, tryin to see a better life for the kids

It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal

But it's treason, when you turn your back on your people



[DP One scratches: "Say what?"]



[Akir:]

Yo, yo, they be manipulatin, politicians delegatin

Task of perpetratin, sounds like Satan makin racist statements

of abomination, niggaz pray to somethin sacred 

Waitin for that force to save 'em, instead of savin

Movin destinations, property papers, waitin on your 40 acres

'til you old and ancient, swole or achin while the hole is gapin

To cake to make your way in

I pray to God but all the "Amens" in the world'll never make your aim win

Famous celebrity could fall off like lepracy, they tellin me

So I pay attention, fuck the envy and the jealousy

Y'all niggaz could save, Akir's a latest rave

Saw me chillin on The Source page, fanbases span race

Complete with shorties that blaze, be revered in my old age 

from rippin the stage, and even then from above when I wave

Throwin flowers on my grave, burnin sage

Sayin, "Thanks A, who made ways for freein the slaves," uhh



[Chorus]



[Immortal Technique:]

Immortal Technique, Indian chief, Lord Sovereign

Bear claw necklace and the puma moccasins

Legal money motherfucker, you could bring the coppers in

Cause I'ma take a shit on 'em, without Johnny Coch-a-ran

Spittin Prometheus fire, when I speak to a liar

I'm the last of the Essenes that'll teach a messiah

Rip your heart out, with the technique of a Maya

Cause only snitches and Kanye speak +Through a Wire+



[Akir:]

Freshest attire, speak with desire, close to the passion

I fall from Elijah, size up the evilest liars who think they conspire

Music qualify as paranoia, mental occupiers

Tight, like a pair of pliers, brain's fried up

And so I aspire to erase the pride, usin amplifiers 

to inspire my people, we should hire

Like a lion fightin vampires tired on his way to Zion

Never expire, only retire when they call me Sire 



[I.T.:] It's a cut-throat business the way that we live

[Akir:] Born in the hood, tryin to see a better life for the kids

[I.T.:] It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal

[Akir:] But it's treason, when you turn your back on your people, yo



[DP One scratches x2: "Say what?"]