Styles P - Black Vikings lyrics

[Skit from 'Planet Of The Apes'] Beware the beast man, for he is the Devil's pawn. Alone among God's primates, he k**s for sport or lust or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him; drive him back into his jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of d**h [Poison Pen] Yeah! Immortal Technique! SP the Ghost! Poison Pen! Vinnie Paz! We gonna stomp em out, run them out, run them out, call your number out, send your uncle ??? out We gonna stomp em out, run them out, run them out, n***a ain't nothing civilized about no uncle ??? n***a, you feel me? Don't bring no uncle ??? out n***a, f** outta here [Immortal Technique] All troops in formation? Let the siege commence! [Verse 1: Immortal Technique] Back like I was locked up, putting in work Burning through books like Nazi's in a Catholic church I'm cursed like Cain when he murdered his brother Cut your face off and wear it while I'm f**ing your mother I'm Mars Ultor, the avenger, the god of war And if you don't believe in me, I doubt you believe in God at all I breathe smokeless fire, the Jinn type That'll make you hate the way that Allah made you to live life Like Hindu, n***as that be bleaching their skin white Other people's teeth in my hands after a fist fight I was born with a sixth sense and a swift right Skinned werewolves and rape demons at midnight Sell your kids into slavery after we murder you Or sacrifice them in the same fire we burnin' you Barbarian funeral, n***a, you wanna know? Damn the river, bury me, and let the water flow [Hook: Poison Pen] Chaos, mayhem, bang outs, slay them, uprise, rape them, raid them Cage em, pandemonium, insurgent, d**h merchants, commit the best murder Pillage, k** them, erase history, make them a mystery [Verse 2: Styles P] Cut the nose off, the ears off, the whole head Immortal and Ghost coming, code red You never seen a black barbarian Warrior, warlord, p**y, cut your balls off More bodies come, more bodies hauled off What you want the sword and get sh** sawed off Your throat need an axe in it And I'm breaking your back because your spine needed a crack in it You bugging me, I'm coming to fumigate The Wolverine, the Sabretooth, the way that I mutilate I'm like the viking in Valhalla Rising Except I got black skin and both of my eyes in Don't test him, please don't stress him He'll hang you from a tree with your own intestines How you wanna die? Make your own suggestion Now talk to the lord and make your own confession [Hook] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] You pussies living in a movie theatre Put the motherf**ing spell on you like brujeria Chop his motherf**ing head like a ruthless leader Guns drawn in a church service, shoot the preacher You need to be godly to know Allah Ain't no rappers eating around me, like a broken jaw It ain't ever been a day that I ain't broke the law What you think I hold a motherf**ing toaster for? I ain't going there, there's police in that room And Vinnie walk around with bags of dust like a vacuum Bury you under the earth inside a black tomb My body covered in Dashiki and stab wounds I'm a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors That's a part of my neurological transmitters We Islamic and brought the story of shem with us (Al hamdu Allah!) While we brought the motherf**ing blam blam with us [Hook] [Outro] The walls have been breached! ANFALL!!! We came in the name of peace and brotherhood, you wanted us bound in slavery, poisoned our water, changed our names... Burn their homes, take their j**els, skin them alive! Hold on, hold on, hold on... No one will know these people ever existed, and all that will be left is what we build upon their ruins...