Immortal Technique, I live life stranglin' death   I walk through the land where the fallen angel is kept   But I would never bow down to a pagan habit,   Like roman god's that were faggots named after the planets   The connotations of revelations taken for granted   Mark of the beast, the government microchips implanted   I'll be branded a manic for speakin' the truth   And I'll be murdered as soon as I hit the streets with the proof   Illuminati trying to raise the devil at any cost   They probably cloned Jesus with the blood off of the cross   And I know it's the same motherfuckers I see,   That genetically engineered HIV   Controlling the population according to mathematics   Generated by Masons and the military industry sponsorin' terror   Creatin' a profit margin that'll last forever   The Crusades and Vietnam stand blasted together   And you believe in "whatever"   Even the federal promise,   But the spawn of Satan can never be honest   The poor people pay homage   And pray to a god that the Vatican themselves don't really even believe in   Cause they would rather worship money and the physical demons   Without biblical reason   I execute them for treason   I don't need an alibi   'Cause my place in history is the book of Malika   MOTHERFUCKER!      Yeah, Immortal Technique   Harlem, New York and North Philly   The angels of death are here, you motherfucker   I'm turn your cities to salt, nigga   Y'all ain't shit   And none of your peoples are shit   None of your children are shit   You'll all be dead tomorrow, fake motherfuckers   WHAT!   Outer Space, Immortal Technique   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah