歌手:Immortal Technique
专辑:《The Martyr》

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

Yeah, my truth is the Ark of the Covenant buried in Ethiopia

Watch when you ****in' with a Minneapolis Somalian

When I go home the world I used to know is gone and I will live on my own

For what shall it profit a 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 chokin' me quick
like the bedtime stories of Joseph Smith

Lynch mob gunnin' for me trynna murder my seeds
Shorty put him in the Nile in a basket of reeds
And now I stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight
wondering who the **** was me in a past-life

Bad diet, **** 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

Losin' my composure cause the message is urgent

Talkin' reckless drunk on the mic like Larry Merchant

Cursin' at the serpents who marryin' demons

Who brush their wings against the air that I'm breathing
A heathen with nothin' left to believe in even a reason

from livin' that was forgiven by God and not 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 its sequels
I speak to the detached and unrealistic

that were born normal but turned socially autistic

We resisted Homeland Security's mission
because I know what they really envision...
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
I am the eye in the sky looking at you,

I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules dealing with fools