Vinnie Paz - Black Vikings lyrics

Yeahhh... Immortal Technique, SP the Ghost, Poison Pen, Vinnie Paz, nagger We gonna stomp em out, run them out, run them out, call your number out, send your uncle buggas out We gonna stomp em out, run them out, run them out, n***a ain't nothing civilized about no uncle bugga n***a, you feel me. Don't bring no uncle buggas out n***a, f** outta here All troops in formation? Let the seeds come out! [Immmortal Technique:] Back like I was locked up, putting in work Burning through books like Nazis in a Catholic church I'm cursed like Cain when he murdered his brother Cut your face off and wear it when I'm f**ing your mother I'm mars old? 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 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 raped demons at midnight, Sell your kids in slavery after we murder you Sacrifice them in the same fire we burning you Barbarian funeral n***a, you wanna know Damn the river, bury me, and let the water flow Chaos, mayhem, bang outs, slay them, uprise, rape them, raid them, cage em, pandemonium, insurgent, [?] pillage, k** them, erase history, make them a mystery [Styles P.:] Cut the nose off or the ears off the whole head Immortal and Ghost coming, code red You never seen a black barbarian, warrior, war, Little p**y, cut your balls off More bodies come; more bodies hauled off, What you want the sword or get sh** sawed off You don't need the axe in it, And I'm breaking your back cause your spine needed a crack in it You bugging me, I'm coming to fumigate, Like wolverine, the sabre-tooth 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 [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 gorilla, barbarians is my ancestors, That's a part of my neurological transmitters, We Islamic and brought the story of Sham with us, While we brought the motherf**ing blam blam with us