Immortal Technique ☆ Angel of Death

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

You’re done nigga