Vinnie Paz, Immortal Technique, Poison Pen - And Your Blood Will Blot Out The Sun lyrics

Yeah, one two
Yeah, it's the God of the Serengeti
I'm the god of the seven deadly
Immortal Technique, Poison Pen what up?
GOD, Jus Allah tony Kenyatta, what up baby?

Supreme Godhead, gutter like poverty
Righteous man is one of
Forty six parts prophecy
It’s epicyclical orbit like the hypotheses
It’s metaphysics that borders
On the philosophy another song of yours is
Just another disaster
Another verse of mine is just another cadaver
You could call it a
Genesis of another chapter
You could call it the venom
That’s from the troubled rapper
The same rapper that was known for
Just smashing your face in
Who is God? What’s material manifestation?
I’m indestructible
My actions are that of a Mason
Yamasee Native American tribe of relations
The judge threw the book at me
I take it in blood
The rook move horizontally, basically drugs
A nation of intellectuals, a nation of thugs
Jesus is hate, a nation of Satan is love
With a fist full of twenties
Got my mind right
With a fifth full of henny, we Team Homicide
We swing side to side, so what’s happening’?
So what’s crackin’? So what’s stackin’?
If we falling out, then we brawling out
Vinnie chalk ‘em out
Ain’t nothing to talk about
Team Homicide, swing side to side
So what’s happening’?
Yo, what’s happening? It’s all that shit

Me and my conglomerates
Shall survive Apocalypse
I charge a price for telling
People what the process is
Living in a world where
Dictatorship is obvious
Natural resources running out
For the populace
Murder doesn’t need a lobbyist
Or an ambassador
Ask the survivors of the Mỹ Lai massacre
‘Back to the Future’ without
The flux capacitor kill you for the gold
Like Colonel Gaddafi characters
You bath salt sniffin’ zombies
Fuckin' a stranger
Navajo skin walkers, nigga
I’m a face changer
Surgically remove your heart
Bury it at Wounded Knee
A microcosm of the graveyard that
Earth is soon to be
A eulogy for those chasing cars and jewelry
I’m stocking food and water cause shit
Ain't what it used to be
I’m motivated like Buster Douglas
When his mother died border Patrol, nigga
See you on the other side

With a fist full of twenties
Got my mind right
With a fifth full of henny, we Team Homicide
We swing side to side, so what’s happening’?
So what’s crackin’? So what’s stackin’?
If we falling out, then we brawling out
Vinnie chalk ‘em out
Ain’t nothing to talk about
Team Homicide, swing side to side
So what’s happening’?
Yo, what’s happening? It’s all that shit