Angels of Death - Outerspace, Immortal Technique

Battling Plan’s a bad plan

I’m raw like cats from Afghanistan with gats in their hands

From Philly to Pakistan 'space packin the stands

You make all fake thugs start acting like Stans

You’ll never make your move cuz you lackin the fans

I been illin' since I had a backpack full a cans

You see life pass by you in the blink of an eye

Thinkin you fly, we’ll choke you in the sink till you die

You spit lava rap, so holla back if need be

You’ll burn if you step, believe me, come see me

I’ll make you see moons in the break of day

And make sure that your body slowly starts to decay

It’s gruesome, I had to add my two cents

The next movement in rap guess who’s sent

Outerpsace nigga, and we demand we eat

And if not we gonna leave a bloodbath in the street nigga

They asked me, concerning the spoils of war

Such spoils are the disposal of God and the apostles

So fear God, and keep straight the relations between yourselves

Obey God and his apostles if ye do believe

I’m so confused, take the world away

I’m a maniac, you need to watch who you war with

You in the land of stars when the block is enormous

Squash rocks with my hands, my palms is enormous

Flow the hot lava that I drop when I scorch it

Droppin candy rappers that get chopped up and snorted

Newborn kids they get chopped up, aborted

Planet warchild, when we pop up report it

Committin riot acts so we constantly torch it

Illest Puerto-Rock this whole process is morbid

Equipped with slaughter blocks, you get the picture-a portrait

If it ain’t monetary, what’s your reason for touring

All that shit you pop, to be honest it’s boring

Been rockin the mic since before it turned corporate

You need to sit back and let your conscience absorb this

Before you ship that demo to them dudes in the office

Come test your skills for real in hell’s fortress

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 tree

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

I’m so confused

To whom it was given to harm the earth and the sea

Immortal Technique, I live life strangling death

I walk through the land where the fallen angel is kept

But I will never bow down to a Pagan habit

Like Roman gods that were faggots named after the planets

The connotations of Revelation 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 street with the proof

Illuminati trying to 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 mother fuckers I see

That genetically engineered HIV

Controlling the population according to mathematics

Generated by Masons and the military industry

Sponsoring terror, creatin the profit margin that’ll last forever

The crusades and Vietnam sand-blasted together

And you believe in «whatever», even a Federal promise

But the spawn of Shaytan could never be honest

And poor people pay homage and pray to a god

That the Vatican themselves don’t really believe in

Cuz they’d rather worship money and the physical demons

Without biblical reason I execute em for treason

I don’t need an alibi, cuz my place in history is the book of Malachi

Motherfucker

Immortal Technique;

Harlem, New York and North Philly

The Angels of Death are here you motherfucker

We’ll turn your cities to salt, nigga

Y’all ain’t shit, and none of your peoples are shit

None of your children are shit

You’ll all be dead tomorrow, you fake motherfuckers

What?!