Belly of the Beast

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

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, nigga?
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 nigga
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
Motherfucking 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 niggas
Don't prosper or teach