Immortal technique, i live life stranglin' death I walk through the land where the fallen angel is kept But i would never bow down to a pagan habit, Like roman god's that were faggots named after the planets The connotations of revelations taken for granted Mark of the beast, the government microchips implanted I'll be branded a manic for speakin' the truth And i'll be murdered as soon as i hit the streets with the proof Illuminati trying to raise the devil at any cost They probably cloned jesus with the blood off of the cross And i know it's the same motherfuckers i see, That genetically engineered hiv Controlling the population according to mathematics Generated by masons and the military industry sponsorin' terror Creatin' a profit margin that'll last forever The crusades and vietnam stand blasted together And you believe in "whatever" Even the federal promise, But the spawn of satan can never be honest The poor people pay homage And pray to a god that the vatican themselves don't really even believe in Cause they would rather worship money and the physical demons Without biblical reason I execute them for treason I don't need an alibi 'cause my place in history is the book of malika Motherfucker! Yeah, immortal technique Harlem, new york and north philly The angels of death are here, you motherfucker I'm turn your cities to salt, nigga Y'all ain't shit And none of your peoples are shit None of your children are shit You'll all be dead tomorrow, fake motherfuckers What! Outer space, immortal technique Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You're done nigga
