Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

So the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique.
What the make you so special nigga?
Huh... the fuck do you do?

I calculate planet alignment like Mayan
Discovering atrocities than Aristotle
children to sodomy
Your theory of the galaxy is primitive Ptolemy
The truth about the universe stuck up Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results like experimental
I stomp the streets with emcees beneath my in colonies
But and spirit revolve around autonomy
for monogamy
And cutting fake bitches out of my like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not gonna be here to games
Walked the top of the world and leave the Arctic in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet depicted in the King
I give a fuck about your emcee name I admire you
Only by dental will you be identifiable
Cause the future is not
Remember rap was not economically viable
Comparable to what think of me
I be nobody, but wait till I'm together like a symphony
Resounding sound that will infinitely
Angel of death punishing all those who in infamy
And so far away from you
You'll never get a of me
Attempts to extinguish me don't bother me none
Like retarded throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will never be
Just degrees of it every second your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop
With more and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a full of scientists puffing on chronic
Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and bubonic
And use it as a one to find the spawn of the demonic
like onyx is of absolutely no consequence
The poison is dense enough to clog up your
Mercy is not a of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply murdering me
Is cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside
The stream of my people
And redemption is not located under a church
The feeble and the meek in soul just the technique
Will the earth, But the earth will be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit illness physique
The year three thousand is bleak no happily ever
Just death following the Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives your futures been
Cause you forgot when your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the that be the struggle I see
To unite the third world countries
Expose in America's democracy
Sloppily obsessed with stopping me I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your philosophy
The way I stomp the conquering rap monopoly
And I'm not a fucking
But the fucking prophecy