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
atrocities worst than Aristotle
Subjecting to sodomy
Your of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy
The truth about the universe stuck up like Aztec
results like experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcees my feet in colonies
But and spirit revolve around autonomy
for monogamy
And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a
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 prophet depicted in the King James
I a fuck about your emcee name I don't admire you
Only by dental will you be identifiable
the future is not reliable
Remember rap was not economically viable
Comparable to what motherfuckers of me
I might be nobody, but wait till I'm together a symphony
Resounding sound that will infinitely
Angel of death punishing all who live in infamy
And so far away from you
You'll get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me even bother me none
Like retarded kids ice cubes at the sun
A victory Immortal Technique will never be done
Just degrees of losing it second your adding one
Some dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons
more facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a basement of scientists puffing on chronic
Dipped in potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the of the demonic
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 verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil inside
The blood of my people
And redemption is not located under a church
The feeble and the meek in soul just like the
Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be
Mother in her decrepit terminal illness physique
The year three thousand is bleak no ever after
Just death following the Fourth Reich disaster, a legacy of
With plastic explosives your futures been
Cause you forgot that your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the that be the struggle I see
To socialisticly unite the third countries
hypocrisy in America's democracy
Sloppily obsessed stopping me 'cause I speak prophecy
Trample and your capitalist philosophy
The same way I the conquering rap monopoly
And I'm not a prophet
But that's the fucking