Prophecy Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 1 - Immortal Technique

So you're the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique. 

What the fuck make you so special nigga? 

Huh... what the fuck do you do? 

I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy 

Discovering atrocities worst than Aristotle 

Subjecting children to sodomy 

Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy 

The truth about the universe stuck 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 

Searching for monogamy 

And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy 

So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games 

Walked the top of the world and leave the Arctic circle in flames 

Battle the beast and false prophet depicted in the King James 

I give a fuck about your emcee name I don't 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 motherfuckers think of me 

I might be nobody, but wait till I'm together like a symphony 

Resounding sound that will continue infinitely 

Angel of death punishing all those who live in infamy 

And shine so far away from you 

You'll never get a glimpse of me 

Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me none 

Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun 

A victory against Immortal Technique will never be done 

Just degrees of losing it every second your adding one 

Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons 

With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic 

Then a basement full of scientists puffing on chronic 

Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic 

And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the demonic 

Screaming 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 be 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 three thousand 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 it's multiplied indefinitely 

By the struggle that be the struggle I see 

To socialisticly unite the third world countries 

Expose hypocrisy in America's democracy 

Sloppily obsessed with stopping me 'cause I speak prophecy 

Trample and dismantle your capitalist philosophy 

The same way I stomp the conquering rap monopoly 

And I'm not a fucking prophet 

But that's the fucking prophecy