[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
Yo, the pen sharp, slicing through Gotham’s shadow,
Revolutionary bars, make your schemes unravel.
You a clown in the sewer, I’m the flood through the gutter,
Exposing your tricks, you’re just a mime who stutters.
Your punchlines? Cotton candy, soft and sweet,
While my words detonate, war zones in the streets.
I don’t dance for applause, this is raw precision,
Your chaos meets order, now face the collision.
[Verse 2: The Joker]
Oh, Immortal, I’m eternal, chaos in the flesh,
Your revolution’s stale, I’m the jester of death.
I don’t need a movement, I move through the cracks,
Your sermons preach doom, but I’m the laugh that attacks.
Why so serious? Your flow’s a conspiracy,
While I bring the punchlines, delirious energy.
You’re the grim preacher, but the crowd’s on my side,
This is my circus, now enjoy the ride.
[Chorus]
Crowd roars, mic sparks, energy surging,
Two titans clash, the hype is emerging.
Lines land heavy, the rhythm’s tight,
Battle of the century under the spotlight.
[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
Your circus is a joke, and I’m the ringmaster,
Pulling your strings, dismantling disaster.
Your laughter’s hollow, a facade of despair,
While I’m truth incarnate, raw, stripped bare.