- Immortal Technique The Prophecy 歌詞
- Immortal Technique
- (Intro)
So youre the mother******* they call Immortal Technique
What the ************* make you so special, ****** *******?
Huh? What the ************* do you do?
(Verse)
I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy
Discoverin atrocities
Worse than Aristotle subjectin children to sodomy
Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy
The truth about the universe dug up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results like experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcees beneath my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy
Searchin for monogamy
And cuttin fake ******* out of my mind like a lobotomy
So obviously Im not gonna be here to play games
Walk the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet predicted in the King James
I give a ** *********** about your emcee name, I dont admire you
Only by dental records will you be identifiable
Cause the future is not reliable
Remember when rap was not economically viable ?
Comparable to what mother*******s think of me
I might be nobody, but wait til Im together like a symphony
Resoundin sound that will continue infinitely
Angel of Death puni*************n all those who live in infamy
And *************ne so far away from you
Youll never get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me dont even bother me none
Like retarded kids throwin ice cubes at the sun
A victory againstImmortal Technique will never be done
Just degrees of losin it every second youre addin one
Some *************s dream of pu********** ***n kilos, but I drop tons
With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a ba******t full of scientists puffin on chronic
Dipped in mic in potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic wand to find the spawn of the demonic
Screamin like Onyx is of absolutely no consequence
The poison is dense enough to clog up your arteries
Mercy is not a part of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently
Because simply verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside
The blood stream of my people
And redemption is not located under a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in soul just like the technique
Will inherit the Earth, but the Earth will be weak
Mother Earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique
The year 3000 is bleak , no happily ever after
Just death following the Fourth Reich disaster
A legacy of bastards, with plastic explosives
Your futures been eroded, cause you forgot that when your free its multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be, the struggle I see
To socialistically unite the Third World countries
Expose hypocrisy in Americas democracy
Sloppily obsessed with stoppin me cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your capitalist philosophy
The same way I stomp the conquerin rap monopoly
And Im not a****** prophet… but thats the ****** prophecy
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