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