And Your Blood Will Blot Out the Sun

It's the God of the Serengeti I'm the God of the seven deadly

Immortal Technique Poison Pen what up

G O D Jus ***** Tony Kenyatta what up baby

Listen yeah

Supreme Godhead gutter like poverty

Righteous man is one of forty six parts prophecy

It's epicyclical orbit like the hypotheses

It's metaphysics and borders on the philosophy

Another song of yours is just another disaster

Another verse of mine is just another cadaver

You could call it a Genesis of another chapter

You could call it the venom that's from the troubled rapper

The same rapper that was known for just smashing your face in

Who is God What's material manifestation

I'm indestructible my actions are that of a Mason

Yamasee Native American tribe of relations

The judge shoot a book at me I take it and blood

The rook move horizontally basically drugs

A nation of intellectuals a nation of thugs

Jesus is hate a nation of Satan is love

With a fist full of twenties got my mind right

With a fifth full of henny we Team Homicide

We swing side to side so what's happening'

So what's crackin So what's stackin'

If we falling out then we brawling out Team Homi

Vinnie chalk em out Team Homi ain't nothing to talk about

Team Homicide swing side to side so what's happening'

Yo what's happening It's all that ****

Me and my conglomerates shall survive Apocalypse Yes

I charge a price for telling people what the process is

Living in a world where dictatorship is obvious Word

National resources running out for the populous

Murder doesn't need a lobbyist or an ambassador

Ask the survivors of the M Lai ******** Damn

‘Back to the Future' without the flux capacitor

Kill you for the gold like Colonel Gaddafi characters

You bath salt sniffin' zombies ****in' a stranger hahaha

Navajo skin walkers ***** I'm a face changer

Surgically remove your heart bury it at Wounded Knee

A microcosm of the graveyard that Earth is soon to be Yeah

A eulogy for those chasing cars and jewellery And

I'm stocking food and water coz **** ain't what it used to be

I'm motivated like Buster Douglas when his mother died

Border Patrol ***** see you on the other side

With a fist full of twenties got my mind right

With a fifth full of henny we Team Homicide

We swing side to side so what's happening'

So what's crackin So what's stackin'

If we falling out then we brawling out Team Homi

Vinnie chalk em out Team Homi ain't nothing to talk about

Team Homicide swing side to side so what's happening'

Yo what's happening It's all that ****