And Your Blood Will Blot Out the Sun - Vinnie Paz, Immortal Technique, Poison Pen

Yeah, one two

Yeah, it’s the God of the Serengeti

I’m the god of the seven deadly

Immortal Technique, Poison Pen what up?

G.O.D, Jus Allah

Tony Kenyatta, what up baby?

Supreme Godhead, gutter like poverty

Righteous man is one of forty six parts prophecy

It’s epicyclical orbit like the hypotheses

It’s metaphysics that borders on the philosophy

Another song of yours is just another disaster

Another verse of mine is just another cadaver

You could call it a Genesis of another chapter

You could call it the venom that’s from the troubled rapper

The same rapper that was known for just smashing your face in

Who is God?

What’s material manifestation?

I’m indestructible, my actions are that of a Mason

Yamasee Native American tribe of relations

The judge threw the book at me, I take it in blood

The rook move horizontally, basically drugs

A nation of intellectuals, a nation of thugs

Jesus is hate, a nation of Satan is love

With a fist full of twenties, got my mind right

With a fifth full of henny, we Team Homicide

We swing side to side, so what’s happening'?

So what’s crackin'?

So what’s stackin'?

If we falling out, then we brawling out

Vinnie chalk ‘em out, ain’t nothing to talk about

Team Homicide, swing side to side, so what’s happening'?

Yo, what’s happening?

It’s all that shit…

Me and my conglomerates shall survive Apocalypse

I charge a price for telling people what the process is

Living in a world where dictatorship is obvious

Natural resources running out for the populace

Murder doesn’t need a lobbyist or an ambassador

Ask the survivors of the Mỹ Lai massacre

‘Back to the Future' without the flux capacitor

Kill you for the gold like Colonel Gaddafi characters

You bath salt sniffin' zombies fuckin' a stranger

Navajo skin walkers, nigga, I’m a face changer

Surgically remove your heart, bury it at Wounded Knee

A microcosm of the graveyard that Earth is soon to be

A eulogy for those chasing cars and jewelry

I’m stocking food and water cause shit ain’t what it used to be

I’m motivated like Buster Douglas when his mother died

Border Patrol, nigga, see you on the other side

With a fist full of twenties, got my mind right

With a fifth full of henny, we Team Homicide

We swing side to side, so what’s happening'?

So what’s crackin'?

So what’s stackin'?

If we falling out, then we brawling out

Vinnie chalk ‘em out, ain’t nothing to talk about

Team Homicide, swing side to side, so what’s happening'?

Yo, what’s happening?

It’s all that shit…