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IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE lyrics : "Black Vikings"

[Verse 1: immortal technique]
Back like I was locked up, putting in work
Burning through books like [email protected](^'s in a catholic church

I'm cursed like cain when he murdered his brother
Cut your face off and wear it while I'm $#[email protected] your mother
I'm mars ultor, the avenger, the god of war

And if you don't believe in me, I doubt you believe in god at all
I breathe smokeless fire, the gin type
That'll make you hate the way that allah made you to live life

Like hindu, [email protected][email protected], who be bleaching their skin white
Other people's teeth in my hands after a fist fight
I was born with a sixth sense and a swift right

Skin wear wolves will rape demons at midnight
Sell your kids into slavery after we murder you
Or sacrifice them in the same fire we burnin' you

Barbarian funeral, [email protected][email protected], you wanna know?
Damn the river, bury me, and let the water flow


[Verse 2: styles p]
Cut the nose off, the ears off, the whole head
Immortal and ghost coming, code red

You never seen a black barbarian
Warrior, warlord, #[email protected], cut your balls off
More bodies come, more bodies hauled off

What you want the sword and get %#@! sawed off
You don't need an axe in it
And I'm breaking your back because your spine needed a crack in it

You bugging me, I'm coming to fumigate
The wolverine, the sabre tooth, the way that I mutilate
I'm like the viking

Except I got black skin and both of my eyes in
Don't test him, please don't stress him
He'll hang you from a tree with your own intestines

How'd you wanna die? make your own suggestion
Now talk to the lord and make your own confession


[Verse 3: vinnie paz]
You [email protected]#( living in a movie theatre
Put the mother$#[email protected] spell on you like

Chop his mother$#[email protected] head like a ruthless leader
Guns drawn in a church service, shoot the preacher
We need to be godly to know allah

Ain't no rappers eating around me, like a broken jaw
It ain't ever been a day that I ain't broke the law
What you think I hold a mother$#[email protected] toaster for?

I ain't going there, there's police in that room
And vinnie walk around with bags of dust like a vacuum
Bury you under the earth inside a black tomb

My body covered in dadhichi and stab wounds
I'm a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors
That's a part of my neurological transmitters

We islamic and brought the story of with us
While we brought the mother$#[email protected] blam blam with us

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