Immortal Technique - The Prophecy lyrics

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 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 emcee's
Beneath my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit
Revolve around autonomy
Searchin' for monogamy
And cuttin' fake bitches out of
My mind like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm 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 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 'til I'm together like a symphony
Resoundin' sound that will
Continue infinitely
Angel of Death punishin' 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 throwin' ice
Cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique
Will never be done
Just degrees of losin' it every
Second you're addin' one
Some niggas dream of pushin' kilos
But I drop tons with more facts and formulas
And philosophical logic
Then a basement full of
Scientists puffin' on chronic
Dip the 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 future's been eroded
'cause you forgot that when your
Free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be, the struggle I see
To socialistically unite the
Third World countries
Expose hypocrisy in America's 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 I'm not a fuckin' prophet
But that's the fuckin' prophecy