Immortal Technique Beast of the Beast song lyrics

This hip-hop verse is somewhat of a change, somewhat of a revolutionary exchange

See, in fact this is going to be directed to all the Uncle Toms of the 20th century, and the 21st century to come

See, cause they think propping up, but we prop up too

Immortal Technique disperse perverse verses

The gospel of fallen angels heading below the Earth's surface

A sermon written by the CIA for Catholic churches

I make you look back on your life and think that it's worthless

Murderous curses leave the population nervous

When I burn it's beyond recognition

This song is a mission; bomb your position

How you gonna read the future, nigga?

When your palms are missing?

I'm stronger than corrupted religion

Stuck in the system of syllables I chopped up over intervals

I'm the sickest most ridiculous nigga

Sicker than sickle cell, sick of my cell

A white man's prison, a brown and black man's hell

I flip the topics from universal to microscopic

Burn out your optics and make you listen to me

Like conservative America's, motherfucking version of history

But now I'm reconnected with the culture you stole

Lyrical symmetry enter two gun shots in your soul

The cops shot Diallo right in-front of his home

Giuliani

don't got a conscience like

Ariel Sharon

Rappers are clones manufactured by the industry

Dismantled, but now produced independently

The government wants to take away freedom of speech

And it becomes real when niggas don't prosper or teach