[Hook: Mojo of Dujeous] I am the eye in the sky Looking at you I can read your mind I am the maker of rules Dealing with fools I can cheat you blind [Verse: Immortal Technique] Yeah, my truth is the ark of the covenant buried in Ethiopia Watch who you f**ing with in Minneapolis Somalian, when I go home The world I use to know is gone, and now I'll live on my own For what shall it prosper the rapper with creative control To sign a deal with the devil and lose his soul My still born first expression is cold Like the faces of slave masters on the paper I fold Subliminal racial supremacy choking me quick Like the bedtime stories of Joseph Smith Lynch mob gunning for me, trying to murder my seeds So shorty put 'em in the Nile in a basket of reeds And now I stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight Wondering who the f** was me in a past life Bad diet, f** raw, die young, fast life. Same as a crash flight that took off when the music died on your last night Tell 'em the truth and they call you a traitor Talk to 'em honestly and they call you a hater Losing my composure cause the message is urgent Talking reckless, drunk on the mic, like Larry Merchant Cursing at the serpent Sumerian demons Who brush their wings against the air that I'm breathin' A heathen with nothing left to believe in. Even a reason from living that was forgiven by God and not religion Envision Jesus risen from the dead like Horus In the baptist church shaking off the rigor mortis The borders should be illegal instead of the people That were here before the Bible and all of its sequels I speak to the detached and unrealistic That were born normal but turned socially autistic We resisted homeland securities mission Because I know what they really envisioned [Hook x2]