Immortal Technique - Creation & Destruction lyrics

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Immortal Technique - Creation & Destruction lyrics

Yeah Haha [untranslated Spanish phrase] Bout to drop a def' cut Yo, yo, yo, huh Immortal Technique, disintegrates mic's when I spit I cause more casualties than sunken slave ships Full to capacity, I bring tragedy to rap without my man Kadafi The government took Nazi scientists from Germany To design nuclear rockets and ways of observin' me 'Cause their pathetic attempts, didn't work to murder me When this country was conceived, these ba*tards never heard of me But now I hold the souls of slave masters eternally Bleeding internally, burnin' D, durin' surgery, verbally 'Cause I'm a spiritual witch Devils are incompatible I've been around since the planet was inhabitable I spit in the ocean and created microscopic animals Which involved into two species, the righteous and the cannibals But until then, I had alien women s** me off When God said "Let there be light", I turned it the f** off And that's the reason that the earth is only 5 billion years old I made the sun shine, and permitted time to unfold The surface was lava, but when I stepped down, it became cold f** what you've been told My spiritual form became a swarm of molecule sickness Manifested liquid trapped inside a mountainous region Until the skies starting raining, continuous seasons Immortal Technique, at long last, reincarnated Undebatably reinstated to leave you decapitated Je suis fous, but my crazy words make sense ["Je suis fous" means "I am mad" in French] I'll split every pound of your body into six pence I'm sick of simple similes about The Sixth Sense I'll leave your body drenched in the blood of all your ancestors You'll never be at peace, like the souls of child molestors I'll cut you and bless your festering wounds with alcohol Drown you in a clogged toilet, in a public bathroom stall I'll rip you down, take a chunk of you home like the Berlin Wall This is the final call, for all the rappers that wanna brawl Immortal Technique, the wrong motherf**er to diss 'Cause I allow God to let you motherf**ers exist Hahahahaha yeah, real oh We about to crash somethin' now, yo Yo, yo, yo I'm the stronghold on your neck that doesn't let you breathe Stronger than the fake image of God in which you believe More dangerous than your ignorant a** could ever percieve A European virus, mutated in Africa, overseas Transported by mosquitoes and fleas to where you live So lock yourself in your house with your wife and your kids You're such a b**h, somebody probably made you out of a rib My arrest record just scratches the surface of what I did My bid locked me up and brought my life to an end I was forgotten, abandoned by my b**hes and friends You don't want beef with people like me so don't pretend I'll resurrect your aborted baby and k** it again You get no props in hip-hop like feminine men I'm iller than any plague God gave Moses to send You wanna make amends, 'cause I'm the reason that the earth shakes Burying your fam like Central American earthquakes Immortal Technique Harlem to Canada Lyrically damage ya [untranslated Spanish phrase]