Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

So you're the motherfucker call....Immortal Technique.
What the fuck make you so nigga?
Huh... what the do you do?

I calculate planet alignment Mayan astronomy
Discovering atrocities worst Aristotle
children to sodomy
Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like
The about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results experimental psychology
I stomp the with emcees beneath my feet in colonies
But presentation and revolve around autonomy
for monogamy
And cutting fake bitches out of my mind a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not gonna be to play games
Walked the top of the world and the Arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet in the King James
I give a fuck about your emcee name I admire you
Only by dental records you be identifiable
the future is not reliable
Remember when rap was not economically
to what motherfuckers think of me
I might be nobody, but wait till I'm together a symphony
Resounding that will continue infinitely
Angel of death punishing all those who live in
And shine so far from you
You'll never get a of me
Attempts to extinguish me even bother me none
Like kids throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will never be
Just of losing it every second your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing but I drop tons
With more and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a basement full of scientists puffing on
Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to the spawn of the demonic
Screaming like onyx is of no consequence
The poison is dense enough to clog up arteries
Mercy is not a of me
I you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the evil injected inside
The blood of my people
And is not located under a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in just like the technique
inherit the earth, But the earth will be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit terminal illness
The three thousand is bleak no happily ever after
death following the Fourth Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
With explosives your futures been eroded
Cause you forgot that when free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the that be the struggle I see
To socialisticly unite the third countries
Expose hypocrisy in democracy
Sloppily obsessed stopping me 'cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your capitalist
The same way I the conquering rap monopoly
And I'm not a fucking
But that's the prophecy