Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creation & Destruction, artist - Immortal Technique. Album song Revolutionary Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Creation & Destruction |
Yeah |
Haha |
Se ha cabado la mierda |
Bout to drop a def' cut |
Yo, yo, yo, huh |
Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic’s when I spit |
I cause more casualties than sunken slave ships |
Full to capacity, I bring tragedy to rap without my man Kadafi |
The government took Nazi scientists from Germany |
To design nuclear rockets and ways of observin' me |
'Cause their pathetic attempts, didn’t work to murder me |
When this country was conceived, these bastards never heard of me |
But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally |
Bleeding internally, burnin' D, durin' surgery, verbally |
'Cause I’m a spiritual witch |
Devils are incompatible |
I’ve been around since the planet was inhabitable |
I spit in the ocean and created microscopic animals |
Which involved into two species, the righteous and the cannibals |
But until then, I had alien women suck me off |
When God said «Let there be light», I turned it the fuck off |
And that’s the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old |
I made the sun shine, and permitted time to unfold |
The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it became cold |
Fuck what you’ve been told |
My spiritual form became a swarm of molecule sickness |
Manifested liquid trapped inside a mountainous region |
Until the skies starting raining, continuous seasons |
Immortal Technique, at long last, reincarnated |
Undebatable reinstated to leave you decapitated |
Je suis fous, but my crazy words make sense |
I’ll split every pound of your body into six pence |
I’m sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense |
I’ll leave your body drenched in the blood of all your ancestors |
You’ll never be at peace, like the souls of child molestors |
I’ll cut you and bless your festering wounds with alcohol |
Drown you in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall |
I’ll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall |
This is the final call, for all the rappers that wanna brawl |
Immortal Technique, the wrong motherfucker to diss |
'Cause I allow God to let you motherfuckers exist |
Hahahahaha yeah, real oh |
We about to crash somethin' now, yo |
Yo, yo, yo |
I’m the stronghold on your neck that doesn’t let you breathe |
Stronger than the fake image of God in which you believe |
More dangerous than your ignorant ass could ever perceive |
A European virus, mutated in Africa, overseas |
Transported by mosquitoes and fleas to where you live |
So lock yourself in your house with your wife and your kids |
You’re such a bitch, somebody probably made you out of a rib |
My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did |
My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end |
I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches and friends |
You don’t want beef with people like me so don’t pretend |
I’ll resurrect your aborted baby and kill it again |
You get no props in hip-hop like feminine men |
I’m iller than any plague God gave Moses to send |
You wanna make amends, 'cause I’m the reason that the earth shakes |
Burying your fam like Central American earthquakes |
Immortal Technique |
Harlem to Canada |
Lyrically damage ya |
Te dije que se ha cabado la mierda |