(Verse 1)
Picture this drinking your Bacardi son/
50 Cent got 9 shots; you'll get the other 41/
Picture this, gangsters dealing in coke/
50 Cent survived his 9 shots but you little Gs just won't/
Smoking sh**ty spliffs so swift, my peers think with sausages/
Then you wonder why they under, they can't think positive/
So don't call yourself soldier; you're not in an infantry/
And the word bullsh** don't even invoke the imagery/
Enslaved gangsta rappers, mirror their masters, it'll hurt to show/
They're not against slavery, just wanna reverse the roles/
I ain't no white savior, no Sir Christopher Columbus/
But for me everything is secondary to justice/
You advertise/ a lie/ cause I know there's a better way/
Like an aborted fetus, I wasn't born yesterday/
I don't care what you little pricks go learn to be/
Just know it's an evil game like the Olympics in Germany/
(Immortal Technique Clip)
(Verse 2)
I freed my mind like Abe Lincoln's slaves with scripture/
And my words are missed by the censorship filter/
Punish billionaires, Bill Gates, Warren Buffet/
Urban robin hoods roaring, “You can just s** it!” /
They could save the whole-wide world at the drop of a bucket/
But like the Iceland Volcano, their heart is Core-rupted/
Don't tell me to stuff it; I'm not a thanksgiving turkey/
I ain't giving thanks for the bank winning perky early/
If politics is the third world, I'm the IMF/
Intelligent Minister Freedman, gonna leave nothing left/
How does it feel to be cursed by every religious book? /
This the cry of Naboth, “Yo look at what those snitches took!” /
Witnesses look, apokalypsis of steep prescriptions/
Causing stupid sh** riots over Artemis in Ephesus/
Feeling like John the Baptist standing over the Jordan/
Repent, God's coming, so don't say I didn't give warning/
(Paul Washer Clip)
(Verse 3)
(Verses 1 & 3 of O Holy Night! Text: John S. Dwight, Music: Adolphe Adam)
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining/
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth/
Long lay the world in sin and error pinning/
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth/
Truly He taught us to love one another/
His law is love and His gospel is peace/
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother/
And in His name all oppression shall cease/
(Outro)