And Your Blood Will Blot Out the Sun

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? Listen, yeah Supreme Godhead, gutter like poverty Righteous man is one of forty six parts prophecy It’s Episcopal orbit like the hypotheses It’s metaphysics and 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 those of a Mason Yamasee Native American tribe of relations The judge shoot a book at me, I take it and blood The rook move horizontally, basically drugs A nation of intellectuals, a nation of thugs Jesus is hate, and Nation of Satan is us! 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 (Team Homi) Vinnie chalk ‘em out (Team Homi) 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 (Yes!) I charge a price for tellin’ people what the process is Living in a world where dictatorship is obvious (Word) National resources running out for the populous Murder doesn’t need a lobbyist or an ambassador Ask the survivors of the Mỹ Lai massacre (Damn!) ‘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 (hahaha) 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 (Yeah!) A eulogy for those chasing cars and jewellery (And...) I’m stocking food and water coz 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 (Team Homi) Vinnie chalk ‘em out (Team Homi) 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 --- And Your Blood Will Blot Out the Sun - Vinnie Paz, Immortal Technique and Poison Pen