Immortal Technique, I live life stranglin' deathnI walk through the land where the fallen angel is keptnBut I would never bow down to a pagan habit,nLike roman god's that were faggots named after the planetsnThe connotations of revelations taken for grantednMark of the beast, the government microchips implantednI'll be branded a manic for speakin' the truthnAnd I'll be murdered as soon as I hit the streets with the proofnIlluminati trying to raise the devil at any costnThey probably cloned Jesus with the blood off of the crossnAnd I know it's the same motherfuckers I see,nThat genetically engineered HIVnControlling the population according to mathematicsnGenerated by Masons and the military industry sponsorin' terrornCreatin' a profit margin that'll last forevernThe Crusades and Vietnam stand blasted togethernAnd you believe in whatevernEven the federal promise,nBut the spawn of Satan can never be honestnThe poor people pay homagenAnd pray to a god that the Vatican themselves don't really even believe innCause they would rather worship money and the physical demonsnWithout biblical reasonnI execute them for treasonnI don't need an alibin'Cause my place in history is the book of MalikanMOTHERFUCKER!nnYeah, Immortal TechniquenHarlem, New York and North PhillynThe angels of death are here, you motherfuckernI'm turn your cities to salt, nigganY'all ain't shitnAnd none of your peoples are shitnNone of your children are shitnYou'll all be dead tomorrow, fake motherfuckersnWHAT!nOuter Space, Immortal TechniquenYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah