And Your Blood Will Blot Out the Sun

Its the God of the Serengeti Im the God of the seven deadly

Immortal Technique Poison Pen what up

G O D Jus ***** Tony Kenyatta what up baby

Listen yeah

Supreme Godhead gutter like poverty
Righteous man is one of forty six parts prophecy

Its epicyclical orbit like the hypotheses
Its 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 thats from the troubled rapper

The same rapper that was known for just smashing your face in
Who is God Whats material manifestation
Im indestructible my actions are that 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 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 whats happening
So whats crackin So whats stackin

If we falling out then we brawling out Team Homi
Vinnie chalk em out Team Homi aint nothing to talk about
Team Homicide swing side to side so whats happening
Yo whats happening Its all that *** *
Me and my conglomerates shall survive Apocalypse Yes
I charge a price for telling peoplewhat the process is

Living in a world where dictatorship is obvious Word
National resources running out for the populous

Murder doesnt need a lobbyist or an ambassador
Ask the survivors of the M Lai ******** Damn
'Back to the Future without the flux capacitor
Kill you for the gold like Colonel Gaddafi characters
You bath salt sniffin zombies ****in a stranger hahaha
Navajo skin walkers ***** Im 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
Im stocking food and water coz **** aint what it used to be
Im motivated like Buster Douglas when his mother died
Border Patrol ***** 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 whats happening
So whats crackin So whats stackin

If we falling out then we brawling out Team Homi
Vinnie chalk em out Team Homi aint nothing to talk about
Team Homicide swing side to side so whats happening
Yo whats happening Its all that ****