| What the fuck make you so special nigga?
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| Huh… what the fuck do you do?
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| I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy
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| Discovering atrocities worst than Aristotle
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| Subjecting children to sodomy
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| Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like telome
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| The truth about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
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| Unpredictable results like experimental psychology
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| I stomp the streets with emcee’s beneath my feet in colonies
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| But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy
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| Searching for monogamy
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| And cutting fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy
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| So obviously I’m not gonna be here to play games
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| Walked the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames
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| Battle the beast and false prophet predicted in the King James
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| I give a fuck about your emcee name I don’t admire you
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| Only by dental records will you be identifiable
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| Cause the future is not reliable
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| Remember when rap was not economically viable
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| Comparable to what motherfuckers think of me
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| I might be nobody but wait till I’m together like a symphony
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| Resounding sound that will continue infinitely
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| Angel of death punishing all those who live in infamy
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| And shine so far away from you
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| You’ll never get a glimpse of me Attempts to extinguish me don’t even bother me none
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| Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun
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| A victory against Immortal Technique will never be done
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| Just degrees of losing it every second your adding one
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| Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons
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| With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic
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| Then a basement full of scientists puffing on chronic
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| Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic
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| And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the demonic
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| Screaming like onyx is of absolutely no consequence
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| The poison is dense enough to clog up your arteries
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| Mercy is not a part of me
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| I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally murdering me Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside
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| The blood stream of my people
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| And redemption is not located under a church steeple
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| The feeble and the meek in soul just like the technique
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| Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be weak
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| Mother earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique
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| The year three thousand is bleak no happily ever after
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| Just death following the forth right disaster, a legacy of bastards
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| With plastic explosives your futures been eroded
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| Cause you forgot that when your free it’s multiplied indefinitely
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| By the struggle that be the struggle I see
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| To socialistically united the third world countries
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| Expose hypocrisy in Americas democracy
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| Sloppily obsessed with stopping me cause I speak prophecy
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| Trample and dismantle your capitalist philosophy
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| The same way I stomp the conquering rap monopoly
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| And I’m not a fucking prophet
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| But that’s the fucking prophecy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Prophecy , by - Immortal Technique. Song from the album Revolutionary Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп