Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

So the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique.
What the make you so special nigga?
Huh... what the do you do?

I calculate alignment like Mayan astronomy
Discovering atrocities worst than
Subjecting to sodomy
Your theory of the is primitive like Ptolemy
The about the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcees beneath my in colonies
But presentation and spirit revolve autonomy
Searching for
And cutting fake bitches out of my like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not be here to play games
Walked the top of the world and leave the Arctic circle in
Battle the beast and prophet depicted in the King James
I give a fuck about your emcee name I admire you
Only by dental records will you be
Cause the is not reliable
Remember rap was not economically viable
Comparable to what motherfuckers of me
I be nobody, but wait till I'm together like a symphony
Resounding sound that continue infinitely
Angel of death punishing all those who live in
And shine so far from you
You'll get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me
Like retarded kids throwing ice at the sun
A victory Immortal Technique will never be done
Just degrees of losing it every second adding one
Some dream of pushing kilos but I drop tons
With facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a basement of scientists puffing on chronic
Dipped in potassium cyanide and liquid bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to the spawn of the demonic
like onyx is of absolutely no consequence
The poison is enough to clog up your arteries
is not a part of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected
The stream of my people
And redemption is not located under a church
The feeble and the meek in just like the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be
earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique
The year three thousand is bleak no happily ever
Just death following the Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives your been eroded
Cause you forgot that when your it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be the I see
To socialisticly unite the third world
Expose in America's democracy
Sloppily obsessed with stopping me 'cause I prophecy
Trample and your capitalist philosophy
The same way I stomp the conquering rap
And I'm not a fucking
But that's the fucking