The Prophecy

(Intro)

So you're the mother******* they call Immortal Technique

What the ************* make you so special, *************?

Huh? What the ************* do you do?

(Verse)

I calculate planet alignment like Mayan astronomy

Discoverin' atrocities

Worse than Aristotle subjectin' children to sodomy

Your theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy

The truth about the universe dug up like Aztec pottery

Unpredictable results like experimental psychology

I stomp the streets with emcee's beneath my feet in colonies

But presentation and spirit revolve around autonomy

Searchin' for monogamy

And cuttin' fake ******* out of my mind like a lobotomy

So obviously I'm not gonna be here to play games

Walk the top of the world and leave the arctic circle in flames

Battle the beast and false prophet predicted in the King James

I give a ************* about your emcee name, I don't admire you

Only by dental records will you be identifiable

'Cause the future is not reliable

Remember when rap was not economically viable?

Comparable to what mother*******s think of me

I might be nobody, but wait 'til I'm together like a symphony

Resoundin' sound that will continue infinitely

Angel of Death puni*************n' all those who live in infamy

And *************ne so far away from you

You'll never get a glimpse of me

Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me none

Like retarded kids throwin' ice cubes at the sun

A victory against Immortal Technique will never be done

Just degrees of losin' it every second you're addin' one

Some *************s dream of pu*************n' kilos, but I drop tons

With more facts and formulas and philosophical logic

Then a ba******t full of scientists puffin' on chronic

Dipped in mic in potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic

And use it as a sonic wand to find the spawn of the demonic

Screamin' like Onyx is of absolutely no consequence

The poison is dense enough to clog up your arteries

Mercy is not a part of me

I cause you bodily injury permanently

Because simply verbally murdering me

Is inconceivable 'cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside

The blood stream of my people

And redemption is not located under a church steeple

The feeble and the meek in soul just like the technique

Will inherit the Earth, but the Earth will be weak

Mother Earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique

The year 3000 is bleak, no happily ever after

Just death following the Fourth Reich disaster

A legacy of bastards, with plastic explosives

Your future's been eroded, 'cause you forgot that when your free it's multiplied indefinitely

By the struggle that be, the struggle I see

To socialistically unite the Third World countries

Expose hypocrisy in America's democracy

Sloppily obsessed with stoppin' me 'cause I speak prophecy

Trample and dismantle your capitalist philosophy

The same way I stomp the conquerin' rap monopoly

And I'm not a ******' prophet… but that's the ******' prophecy