[Verse 1: Planetary] Battling 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 pa** 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 n***a, and we demand we eat And if not we gonna leave a bloodbath in the street n***a [Interlude: Vinnie Paz] 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 [Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild] 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 Puerto-Rock 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 sh** 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 sk**s for real in hell's fortress [Interlude: Vinnie Paz] 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 [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] Immortal Technique, I live life strangling d**h 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 f*ggots 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 probably cloned Jesus with the blood off of the cross And I know that it's the same mother f**ers 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'll last 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 And 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 Motherf**er [Outro] Immortal Technique; Harlem, New York and North Philly The Angels of d**h are here you motherf**er We'll turn your cities to salt, n***a Y'all ain't sh**, and none of your peoples are sh** None of your children are sh** You'll all be dead tomorrow, you fake motherf**ers What!?