Angels of Death

Battlement 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 porter rap 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 inter-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...
 Yeah yeah, 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'll probably clone 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 allows 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
 When 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?