Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecy

So the motherfucker they call....Immortal Technique.
What the fuck make you so special
Huh... what the do you do?

I calculate planet alignment like Mayan
Discovering worst than Aristotle
Subjecting to sodomy
Your theory of the is primitive like Ptolemy
The truth the universe stuck up like Aztec pottery
Unpredictable results experimental psychology
I stomp the streets emcees beneath my feet in colonies
But and spirit revolve around autonomy
for monogamy
And fake bitches out of my mind like a lobotomy
So obviously I'm not gonna be to play games
Walked the top of the and leave the Arctic circle in flames
Battle the beast and false prophet depicted in the James
I give a fuck your emcee name I don't admire you
by dental records will you be identifiable
Cause the future is not
Remember when rap was not economically
Comparable to motherfuckers think of me
I might be nobody, but till I'm together like a symphony
Resounding sound that will infinitely
Angel of death all those who live in infamy
And so far away from you
You'll never get a of me
Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me
retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun
A victory against Immortal will never be done
Just degrees of losing it second your adding one
Some niggas dream of pushing kilos but I tons
With more facts and and philosophical logic
Then a basement full of puffing on chronic
Dipped in mycin potassium cyanide and bubonic
And use it as a sonic one to find the spawn of the
Screaming onyx is of absolutely no consequence
The poison is dense to clog up your arteries
Mercy is not a of me
I cause you bodily injury permanently be simply verbally me
Is cause of the unbelievable evil injected inside
The blood stream of my
And is not located under a church steeple
The feeble and the meek in just like the technique
Will inherit the earth, But the earth will be
Mother earth in her terminal illness physique
The year three is bleak no happily ever after
death following the Fourth Reich disaster, a legacy of bastards
With plastic explosives your been eroded
Cause you forgot that when your free it's multiplied
By the struggle be the struggle I see
To socialisticly unite the third world
Expose hypocrisy in America's
Sloppily obsessed with me 'cause I speak prophecy
Trample and dismantle your philosophy
The same way I stomp the rap monopoly
And I'm not a prophet
But that's the prophecy