Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

So you're the they call....Immortal Technique.
What the fuck you so special nigga?
Huh... what the do you do?

I calculate planet alignment Mayan astronomy
Discovering atrocities worst Aristotle
Subjecting to sodomy
Your of the galaxy is primitive like Ptolemy
The truth the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results experimental psychology
I stomp the streets with emcees beneath my feet in
But presentation and spirit around autonomy
Searching for
And cutting fake bitches out of my like a lobotomy
So I'm not gonna be here to play games
Walked the top of the world and leave the circle in flames
Battle the beast and prophet depicted in the King James
I a fuck about your emcee name I don't admire you
by dental records will you be identifiable
Cause the is not reliable
when rap was not economically viable
Comparable to what motherfuckers of me
I might be nobody, but till I'm together like a symphony
sound that will continue infinitely
Angel of death all those who live in infamy
And shine so far from you
You'll get a glimpse of me
Attempts to me don't even bother me none
Like kids throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will never be
Just degrees of losing it every second adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I tons
With more facts and formulas and logic
Then a basement of scientists puffing on chronic
Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and liquid
And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the
Screaming like onyx is of no consequence
The poison is dense enough to clog up your
Mercy is not a of me
I cause you bodily injury be simply verbally murdering me
Is cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside
The stream of my people
And redemption is not located under a steeple
The feeble and the meek in soul just like the
Will inherit the earth, But the earth be weak
Mother earth in her decrepit terminal illness
The year three thousand is bleak no happily after
Just death following the Fourth disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives your futures eroded
Cause you that when your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle that be the I see
To socialisticly the third world countries
Expose hypocrisy in America's
Sloppily with stopping me 'cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your capitalist
The way I stomp the conquering rap monopoly
And I'm not a prophet
But the fucking prophecy