American Culture

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volume eight

Immortal Technique – Sign of the Times

[Intro: Native American chants]

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
Imagine the Word of God without religious groupies
Imagine a savior born in a Mexican hooptie
Persecuted single mother in a modern manger
You’d crucify him again
like a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are worth more than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being locked up since juvie
Imagine changing your life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talking shit when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in your life
Like them kids in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the world that’s what it’s like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your life
Is set to marry someone else at the end of the night
They say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and your mind
And fight the hardest when you start from behind
So I dreamed the impossible all the time
Fuck a Masonic design—America’s future is mine
Repeat that to yourself because if culture’s a crime
Them numbers tatted on your arm aren’t too far behind
They can only conquer you after they’ve murdered your mind
So rise up motherfucker like the sign of the times
I feel my body weakening but my spirit is fine
Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a dime
And fight with my rebel army until the stars are aligned

[Break: Native American chants]

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
Nostradamus was a white man’s prophet
Who predicated European supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador columns
Killed more innocent people than Hitler and Stalin
I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, give this to the OG’s doing life with you
And pray for the problems with the Pope psychology
So the Vatican will offer an apology (for what?)
For destroying the people’s liberation theology
Snatching the spirit of Jesus from people in poverty
Business decisions like keeping people in prisons
But had the opposite effect: incarcerating religion
That type of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you read the Northwoods documents
Forget the compliments for what I recorded
And live for revolution instead of always dying for it
Remember a bullet can never stop me
My legions are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, watch me
Even if I’m shot in the chakra I will prosper
Doppler effect bumping music out a helicopter
Telling the Persians, “Dig up Zoroaster”
And tell them I came back as the son of the Ahura Mazda
Fish out the Philistine Dagon from the shores of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl flying over La Raza
This is my message to the older gods
I’ll sacrifice you all to the Revolution like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the Hebrews of Israel
The blood clot system tried to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I’m alive to fight another day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still hear my mother pray
Sister crying out to God, “Please let my brother stay!”
Walking towards the light but something’s pulling me the other way

[Outro: Cornel West]
Immortal Technique
Rise up young brother
It is not your time to die…

(lyrics courtesy of

How do you critique that?

I don’t think 9/11 was an inside job.
I was there. It was sort of macabre,
Panicky mob trying to stay alive,
All screens portraying things
Worse than it was.
It was like something out of the Bible,
Perception and reality in rivalry,
Decide to be divided
Or forever hold your peace.
Lucky me I chose reality.
I wish I’d had a camera that day.
I could show you a different side
Of humanity, no one stranded,
No one taken for granted,
No insanity,
A family,
Big as it was,
Taking care of each other
Just because.