Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

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

I calculate planet alignment like astronomy
atrocities worst than Aristotle
Subjecting children to
Your theory of the galaxy is primitive Ptolemy
The about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results like experimental
I stomp the streets with emcees beneath my feet in
But and spirit revolve around autonomy
for monogamy
And cutting fake out of my mind like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not be here to play games
Walked the top of the and leave the Arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet depicted in the King
I give a fuck about your emcee I don't admire you
Only by dental records you be identifiable
Cause the future is not
Remember rap was not economically viable
Comparable to motherfuckers think of me
I might be nobody, but wait till I'm like a symphony
Resounding sound that continue infinitely
Angel of death punishing all those who live in
And so far away from you
You'll get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me even bother me none
Like retarded kids throwing ice at the sun
A against Immortal Technique will never be done
Just degrees of losing it second your adding one
niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons
With facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a basement full of scientists on chronic
Dipped in potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the
Screaming like onyx is of no consequence
The poison is dense enough to up your arteries
is not a part of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil inside
The stream of my people
And redemption is not located under a steeple
The feeble and the meek in soul like the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the earth be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit illness physique
The year three thousand is bleak no ever after
Just death following the Fourth disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives your been eroded
Cause you forgot that your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the that be the struggle I see
To socialisticly unite the third world
Expose in America's democracy
Sloppily obsessed with me 'cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your philosophy
The same way I the conquering rap monopoly
And I'm not a fucking
But the fucking prophecy