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 planet alignment like Mayan astronomy
atrocities worst than Aristotle
Subjecting children to
Your theory of the galaxy is like Ptolemy
The about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
results like experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcees my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit revolve around
for monogamy
And cutting fake out of my mind like a lobotomy
So I'm not gonna 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 James
I give a about your emcee name I don't admire you
Only by records will you be identifiable
Cause the is not reliable
Remember when rap was not economically
Comparable to motherfuckers think of me
I be nobody, but wait till I'm together like a symphony
Resounding that will continue infinitely
Angel of death punishing all those who in infamy
And shine so far from you
never get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me
Like kids throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal will never be done
Just of losing it every second your adding one
Some niggas of pushing kilos but I drop tons
With more and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a basement full of scientists on chronic
Dipped in mycin potassium and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the
Screaming onyx is of absolutely no consequence
The poison is dense enough to up your arteries
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 steeple
The feeble and the meek in just like the technique
Will the earth, But the earth will be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit terminal physique
The year three thousand is bleak no ever after
Just following the Fourth Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives your futures been
you forgot that when your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be the I see
To socialisticly the third world countries
Expose hypocrisy in America's
Sloppily obsessed stopping me 'cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your capitalist
The same way I stomp the conquering rap
And I'm not a prophet
But that's the prophecy