Immortal Technique Ft. Mojo Of Dujeous - Eyes In The Sky Lyrics

Immortal Technique Ft. Mojo Of Dujeous - Eyes In The Sky Lyrics

[chorus:]
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 [eye in the sky by alan parsons project]

[verse 1: immortal technique]
yeah, my truth is the archet of coming and buried in ethiopia, watch when you fuckin’ with a minneapolis somalian
when i go home the world i use to know is gone and i will 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 a pay-by phone subliminal racial supremacy chokin’ me quick like the bedtime stories of joseph smith lich mob gunnin’ for me tryna murder my seeds is shorty put up in denial in a basket of reeves

and now i stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life bad diet fuck more die a 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 losin’ my composure cause the message is urgent talkin’ reckless drunk on the mic like larry merchant cursin’ at the conservants who marryin’ demons who rush their wings against the air to the reason they heave in with

nothin’ left to believe in even a reason from livin’ that was forgiven by god and our religion envision jesus risen from the dead like horus in the baptist church shakin’ off the rigor mortis the borders should be illegal instead of the people that were here before the bible and all of it’s sequels i speak to the detached and unrealistic that were born nobel but turned socially autistic we resisted homeland securities mission cause i know what they really envisioned…

[chorus x2]

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

Immortal Technique - The Martyr Lyrics

Immortal Technique - The Martyr Lyrics

['elizabeth' movie intro]
i’m content to die for my beliefs
so cut off my head and make me a martyr
the people will always remember it
“no. they will forget”

a man who walks with god, can walk anywhere
hence.. i fear nothing

[immortal technique - verse 1]
the point of guerilla war, is not to succeed
it’s always been just to make the enemy bleed
deprivin’ the soldiers of the peace of mind that they need
bullets are hard to telegraph when they bob and they weave
the only way a guerilla war can ever be over
is when the occupation, can’t afford more soldiers
until they have to draft the last of you into the service

and you refuse cause you don’t see the purpose
the only way to counter the insurgents that are well-equipped
is to paint the people fighting for freedom as terrorists
then find a faction lookin’ for foreign investments
you stall them with power and murder any objections
you can’t stop a revolution from breathin’
so to beat ‘em they offer people the illusion of freedom
but when you’re done dreamin’ and wake up, tortured for treason
then you can see them, hidin’ behind the god they believe in

[chorus]
deep in the trenches in the heart of a war
that’s the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it’s on)
during the night before the start of the dawn
that’s the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it’s on)
when the gunshots are rainin’ in the heart of a storm
that’s the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it’s on)
guerilla war when the army is gone
that’s the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it’s on)

[verse 2]
the purpose of life is a life with a purpose
so i’d rather die for a cause than live a life that is worthless
i don’t need the circus or the day of national observance
i need you to think for you and stop being a servant
pawns only move a square in the game that they’re used in
and realise it too late, like the shootin’ of huey newton
or patrice lumumba and salvador allende
slaughter by the power hungry branches of their own gente
ghandi wasn’t killed by pakistani nationals
he was assassinated by a hindu radical

and che guevara, rebel to a u.s. continent
was sold to the c.i.a. by bolivian communists
wasn’t yitzhak rabin murdered by a zionist
and anwar sadat a victim of the same violence?
malcolm x was seen as a threat to the f.b.i.
but to blast ‘em they used muslims from the n.o.i.
even the 35th president of the republic
was murdered by factions of his own government
so now that it’s proven, that a soldier of revolution
or head of an empire, disguised in a constitution
can not escape the retribution or manipulation
of the self-appointed rulers of the planets corporations
so imma need every generation to put your hands up
cause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up!

[chorus]
deep in the trenches in the heart of a war
that’s the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it’s on)
during the night before the start of the dawn
that’s the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it’s on)
when the gunshots are rainin’ in the heart of a storm
that’s the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it’s on)
guerilla war when the army is gone
that’s the place a martyr is born (mothafucka it’s on)

Immortal Technique - Toast To The Dead Lyrics

Immortal Technique - Toast To The Dead Lyrics

[chorus]
rest in peace
here’s another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
mothafucka, say yo’ prayers!
for brothers who died from black-on-black violence

rest in peace
you ain’t payin’ respect when you’ ‘spose to
rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
this ain’t for y’all, this’ a toast to them
rest in peace

[immortal technique - verse 1]
here’s a toast to the dead
if you don’t drink, smoke to the head
for the freedom fighters killed by the feds
for those who died hard in the streets soaking in red
and died slow asleep in a dream choking in bed
here’s a toast to the dead for my enemies that are gone
i’m not a coward so, celebrating that would be wrong
i pray to god that your soul will come back again
so i can see you in the next life and finish it then
a toast to the dead for criminals, burning in hell
i wonder how many presidents are burning as well
emperors, popes, senators, generals
amputees feelin’ lucky until they see the vegetables
a toast to the dead for those who i’ve forgotten
written out of the history by the corrupted and rotten
black saints whitewashed during la reconquista
thousands of indios spaniards used to conquer the incas
f-ck a moment of silence! i need a moment of violence!
like the nineteenth century caribbean islands
long live those who came before, that paved the way for me
the warriors and scientists that came before slavery
and if that last lyric was predictable
take your clairvoyance and apply it to your life in the physical
presumptuous half-hearted homunculus
self-destruction is the power without knowing what the function is

[chorus]
rest in peace
here’s another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
mothafucka, say yo’ prayers!
for brothers who died from black-on-black violence
rest in peace
you ain’t payin’ respect when you’ ‘spose to
rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
this ain’t for y’all, this’ a toast to them
rest in peace

[immortal technique - verse 2]
here’s a toast to the dead, for all of my fam
i will never let an idea die with a man
my rhymes are like nascar lines designed to give a view-of-this
j.dilla’s still alive as long as his music is
a toast to the dead for rap legends and pioneers
your legacy won’t be forsaken as long as i am here
knowledge of the past and, wisdom of the present
i’ll teach and leave in the hands of a worthy lieutenant
a toast to the dead, for children with cancer and aids
a cure exists and you probably, could have been saved
sad to see, medicine divorce morality
corporate homewreckers, ? up a salary
a toast to the dead, for those that’ve died today
the victims and those exonerated by dna
the only thing worse than giving freedom to the guilty
is killing the innocent, and leavin’ your soul filthy
immortal technique, remember me when i’m gone
i encrypted my lyrics to stay alive in a song
so you’ll always keep a piece, of my spirit inside
when you struggle to complete what i started before i died
but some of you, won’t survive the changes the earth makes
swallowed by tsunamis, hurricanes and earthquakes
and that’s just the first stage of ‘you-can-not-reverse-ways’
and realise that we are one, regardless of our birthplace

here’s another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
mothafucka, say yo’ prayers!
for brothers who died from black-on-black violence
rest in peace
you ain’t payin’ respect when you’ ‘spose to
rep this life to the fullest
rest in peace
this ain’t for y’all, this’ a toast to them
rest in peace