Black Vikings (feat. Styles P)

Immortal Technique

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    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 fucking 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 gin type
    That'll make you hate the way that allah made you to live life
    Like hindu, niggers, who 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
    Skin wear wolves will 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, nigger, you wanna know?
    Damn the river, bury me, and let the water flow

    Cut the nose off, the ears off, the whole head
    Immortal and ghost coming, code red
    You never seen a black barbarian
    Warrior, warlord, pussy, cut your balls off
    More bodies come, more bodies hauled off
    What you want the sword and get shit sawed off
    You don't 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 sabre tooth, the way that I mutilate
    I'm like the viking
    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'd you wanna die? make your own suggestion
    Now talk to the lord and make your own confession

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    You pussies living in a movie theatre
    Put the motherfucking spell on you like
    Chop his motherfucking head like a ruthless leader
    Guns drawn in a church service, shoot the preacher
    We 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 motherfucking 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 dadhichi 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 with us
    While we brought the motherfucking blam blam with us

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