Constant Flow: Yeah, yo, yo When I'm talking Moses, 10 Commandments I'm talking Mosheh, on the tablets Mossad agents High-tech gadgets, anit-Arab, Zionist-fascist Holocaust, that was tragic No olive trees, no olive branches No signs of peace in the Middle East This is history I reexamine When I say Mohammad I don’t mean the Prophet Kid in Gaza with no options Kill his mamma, you don’t see the problem So he join Hamas and now you wanna bomb him When I’m talking Jesus I don’t mean the savior I mean your neighbor, here for labor Hard worker, paper chaser But you refuse, you racist haters No aviator, no Howard Hughes I’m trying to reach the high altitudes I touch the sky, uncloud my views I came back down more powerful For the promised land of milk and honey Dead honest man with filthy money It’s the banksta’s that ganked us It ain’t the Taliban that killed this country Al Qaeda coming so let’s run With this redrum for their hedge funds More drones, less guns Warzones, dead sons Almost messed up Everyone is so confused I praise God, my escape pod Is inside that vocal booth I’m out Melanie Fontana: Just give me a moment In the quietness I need My gun is unloaded I leave down my weaponry So we can finally be, free Free In the moment Just give me a moment Immortal Technique: When I say autistic I don’t mean retarded But a genius light in a world of darkness Well regardless, the world is heartless Cell phone targets, football bombings I’m out of shits I used to give So close to death I see the lives I used to live My future kids I leave them with this tutelage When I say Hip Hop I don’t mean the music I mean the culture Not the vultures? Fucking devils smell like sulfur Fearless when I spit the flow Talk with my hands like Cicero And it’ won’t be funny like Piscopo Cos romancing death is miserable So I don’t gotta die for this shit to go I’m hungry and invincible One nation indivisible Betrayed by individuals Deceptence of the criminals That pretended to be biblical And hide behind residuals So I’m critical of those bankrupting ass spirituals I’m on double time, double tap, Hip Hop demeanor Collapse your lungs like emphysema Light one up with your subpoena Glow like fish from Fukushima I sing like Christians in a arena Fed to the lions and hyenas Massacred like Indonesia Gone are the days of Iwo Jima Cos the surplus isn't just troops that we sent to Iraq It was the surge of money that we paid rebels not to shoot back That’s not victory, but its history And liberties slope is slippery More miscarriages than delivery Genocide bombs like ol hickory The green leaves are made of bigotry So the fed reserve ain't shit to me It’s symmetry to tyranny With freedom as its imagery So I’m firing artillery At every possibility When my moment comes fuck sympathy Just keep fighting with dignity... Melanie Fontana: Just give me a moment In the quietness I need My gun is unloaded I leave down my weaponry So we can finally be, free Free In the moment Just give me a moment of peace