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