[Verse 1: Planetary]
Battlin' plan's(planetary) a bad plan
I'm raw like cats from Afghanistan
With gats in their hand
From Philly to Pakistan,
s***e packin' the stands
You make all fake thugs
Start actin' like stans
You'll neva make a move
'Cause you lackin' the fans
I been ill since I had
A backpack full of cans
You see, life passed by you
In the blink of an eye
Think you fly, we'll choke you
In the sink til' you die
We spit lava rap
So holla back if need be
You'll burn if you step
Believe me, come see me
I make you see moons
In the break of day
And make sure that your body
Slowly starts to decay
(Dog) It's gruesome
I hadda add my two cents
The next movement in rap
Guess who's sent?
Outerspace n****
And we demand we eat
And if not, we gonna
leave a bloodbath in the street
n****
Hook1 (Vinnie Paz)
They asked me,
Concerning spoils of war,
But such spoils are the disposal
Of God, and his Apostles
So fear God,
And keep the relationships straight between yourselves
Obey God and his Apostles,
If ye do believe
[Verse 2: Krypt]
I'm a maniac
You needa watch who you war with
You in the land of stars
When the block isn't open
Squash rocks on my hand
My palms is enormous
Flow the hot lava that I drop
When I scorch s***
Y'all some candy rappers
That get chopped up and snorted
New-born kids that get chopped up - aborted
Planet, Warchild,
When we pop up - record it
Committin' riot acts
So we constantly torch s***
Illest porter rock stars <--I dunno if thats right
Process is morbid
Equipped to slaughter blocks
You get the picture or portrait
If it ain't monetary
then whats your reason for tourin'
All that s*** you talk
To be honest is boring
Been rockin' the mic since
Before it turned corporate
You needs sit back and let
Your conscience absorb this
So before you send ya demo
To them dudes in the office
Come test ya skills for real
In hells fortress
Hook2 (Vinnie Paz )
I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the Earth
Holding the four winds of the earth, so that no wind would blow
On the Earth, or on the Sea, or on any trees
I saw another angel ascend from the sunrise
Having the seal of the living god
He cried with a loud voice to the four Angels
To whom it was given to harm the Earth, and the Seas
[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
Immortal technique, I live life strangling death
I walk through the land where the fallen angel was kept
But I would never bow down to a pagan habit
Like Roman gods that were f*****s named after the planets
The connotations of revelations, taken for granted
Mark of the beast / Government / microchips implanted
I'll be branded a maniac for speaking the truth
And I'll be murdered as soon as I hit the streets with the proof,
Illuminati tryna raise the devil at any cost
They probably cloned Jesus with the blood off of the cross
And I know that it's the same m************ I see
That genetically engineered H.I.V.
Controllin' the population according to mathematics
Generated by Masons, and the military industry
Sponsoring terror, creating a profit margin that'll last forever
The crusades of Vietnam stand blasted together
And you believe in whateva', even a Federal promise
But the spawn of Shaitan could never be honest
Them poor people pay homage, and pray to a God
That the Vatican themselves don't really believe in
'Cause they'd rather worship money and the physical demons
Without Biblical reason, I execute 'em for treason
I don't need an alibi, cause my place in history
Is the book of Malachai
m****f****.
Yeah
Immortal Technique
Harlem, New York and North Philly
The Angels of Death are here, you m****f****
Imma turn your cities to salt, n****
Y'all ain't s***
And none of ya peoples is s***
None of ya children are s***
Y'all be dead tomorrow
Fake m****f****s
What?
Outerspace
Immortal Technique
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ya done, n****
Battlin' plan's(planetary) a bad plan
I'm raw like cats from Afghanistan
With gats in their hand
From Philly to Pakistan,
s***e packin' the stands
You make all fake thugs
Start actin' like stans
You'll neva make a move
'Cause you lackin' the fans
I been ill since I had
A backpack full of cans
You see, life passed by you
In the blink of an eye
Think you fly, we'll choke you
In the sink til' you die
We spit lava rap
So holla back if need be
You'll burn if you step
Believe me, come see me
I make you see moons
In the break of day
And make sure that your body
Slowly starts to decay
(Dog) It's gruesome
I hadda add my two cents
The next movement in rap
Guess who's sent?
Outerspace n****
And we demand we eat
And if not, we gonna
leave a bloodbath in the street
n****
Hook1 (Vinnie Paz)
They asked me,
Concerning spoils of war,
But such spoils are the disposal
Of God, and his Apostles
So fear God,
And keep the relationships straight between yourselves
Obey God and his Apostles,
If ye do believe
[Verse 2: Krypt]
I'm a maniac
You needa watch who you war with
You in the land of stars
When the block isn't open
Squash rocks on my hand
My palms is enormous
Flow the hot lava that I drop
When I scorch s***
Y'all some candy rappers
That get chopped up and snorted
New-born kids that get chopped up - aborted
Planet, Warchild,
When we pop up - record it
Committin' riot acts
So we constantly torch s***
Illest porter rock stars <--I dunno if thats right
Process is morbid
Equipped to slaughter blocks
You get the picture or portrait
If it ain't monetary
then whats your reason for tourin'
All that s*** you talk
To be honest is boring
Been rockin' the mic since
Before it turned corporate
You needs sit back and let
Your conscience absorb this
So before you send ya demo
To them dudes in the office
Come test ya skills for real
In hells fortress
Hook2 (Vinnie Paz )
I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the Earth
Holding the four winds of the earth, so that no wind would blow
On the Earth, or on the Sea, or on any trees
I saw another angel ascend from the sunrise
Having the seal of the living god
He cried with a loud voice to the four Angels
To whom it was given to harm the Earth, and the Seas
[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
Immortal technique, I live life strangling death
I walk through the land where the fallen angel was kept
But I would never bow down to a pagan habit
Like Roman gods that were f*****s named after the planets
The connotations of revelations, taken for granted
Mark of the beast / Government / microchips implanted
I'll be branded a maniac for speaking the truth
And I'll be murdered as soon as I hit the streets with the proof,
Illuminati tryna raise the devil at any cost
They probably cloned Jesus with the blood off of the cross
And I know that it's the same m************ I see
That genetically engineered H.I.V.
Controllin' the population according to mathematics
Generated by Masons, and the military industry
Sponsoring terror, creating a profit margin that'll last forever
The crusades of Vietnam stand blasted together
And you believe in whateva', even a Federal promise
But the spawn of Shaitan could never be honest
Them poor people pay homage, and pray to a God
That the Vatican themselves don't really believe in
'Cause they'd rather worship money and the physical demons
Without Biblical reason, I execute 'em for treason
I don't need an alibi, cause my place in history
Is the book of Malachai
m****f****.
Yeah
Immortal Technique
Harlem, New York and North Philly
The Angels of Death are here, you m****f****
Imma turn your cities to salt, n****
Y'all ain't s***
And none of ya peoples is s***
None of ya children are s***
Y'all be dead tomorrow
Fake m****f****s
What?
Outerspace
Immortal Technique
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ya done, n****