Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

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

I planet alignment like Mayan astronomy
Discovering atrocities worst Aristotle
Subjecting to sodomy
Your theory of the is primitive like Ptolemy
The truth about the stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results like experimental
I stomp the streets with emcees my feet in colonies
But presentation and spirit revolve autonomy
Searching for
And cutting fake out of my mind 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 false prophet depicted in the James
I give a fuck about your emcee name I admire you
Only by dental records you be identifiable
Cause the future is not
Remember when rap was not economically
to what motherfuckers think of me
I might be nobody, but wait till I'm together a symphony
Resounding sound that will infinitely
of death punishing all those who live in infamy
And shine so far away you
You'll get a glimpse of me
Attempts to extinguish me don't even me none
Like retarded throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal Technique will 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 mycin potassium cyanide and bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the of the demonic
Screaming onyx is of absolutely no consequence
The poison is enough to clog up your arteries
Mercy is not a of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be verbally murdering me
Is inconceivable cause of the unbelievable evil injected
The stream of my people
And redemption is not under a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in just like the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the will be weak
earth in her decrepit terminal illness physique
The year three thousand is bleak no happily after
Just death the Fourth Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
plastic explosives your futures been eroded
Cause you forgot that your free it's multiplied indefinitely
By the struggle be the struggle I see
To socialisticly unite the third world
Expose hypocrisy in America's
Sloppily obsessed with stopping me 'cause I speak
Trample and dismantle your philosophy
The same way I stomp the rap monopoly
And I'm not a prophet
But that's the fucking