Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

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

I calculate planet alignment like astronomy
atrocities worst than Aristotle
Subjecting children to
theory of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy
The truth about the universe stuck up like pottery
Unpredictable results experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcees my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit around autonomy
Searching for
And cutting fake bitches out of my mind a lobotomy
So I'm not gonna be here to play games
the top of the world and leave the Arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet depicted in the James
I give a fuck about your emcee I don't admire you
Only by dental records will you be
the future is not reliable
Remember when rap was not economically
Comparable to what motherfuckers of me
I might be nobody, but wait till I'm together a symphony
Resounding sound that will infinitely
Angel of death punishing all those who in infamy
And so far away from you
never get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me even bother me none
Like kids throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will be done
degrees of losing it every second your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I drop
With facts and formulas and philosophical logic
Then a full 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
Screaming like is of absolutely no consequence
The is dense enough to clog up your arteries
Mercy is not a of me
I you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected
The blood of my people
And is not located under a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in just like the technique
Will the earth, But the earth will be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit terminal illness
The year three thousand is no happily ever after
Just death following the Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic your futures been eroded
Cause you forgot when your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be the I see
To unite the third world countries
Expose hypocrisy in democracy
Sloppily obsessed with me 'cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your capitalist
The same way I the conquering rap monopoly
And I'm not a prophet
But that's the prophecy