Immortal Technique - Belly of the Beast lyrics

[Intro] This hip-hop verse is somewhat of a change, somewhat of a revolutionary exchange See, in fact this is going to be directed to all the Uncle Toms of the 20th century, and the 21st century to come See, cause they think propping up, but we prop up too Here we go... [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] Immortal Technique disperse perverse verses The gospel of fallen angels heading below the Earth's surface A sermon written by the CIA for Catholic churches I make you look back on your life and think that it's worthless Murderous curses leave the population nervous When I burn it's beyond recognition This song is a mission; bomb your position How you gonna read the future, n***a? When your palms are missing? I'm stronger than corrupted religion Stuck in the system of syllables I chopped up over intervals I'm the sickest most ridiculous n***a Sicker than sickle cell, sick of my cell A white man's prison, a brown and black man's hell I flip the topics from universal to microscopic Burn out your optics and make you listen to me Like conservative America's, motherf**ing version of history But now I'm reconnected with the culture you stole Lyrical symmetry enter two gun shots in your soul The cops shot Diallo right in-front of his home And Giuliani don't got a conscience like Ariel Sharon Rappers are clones manufactured by the industry Dismantled, but now produced independently The government wants to take away freedom of speech And it becomes real when n***as don't prosper or teach