(Verse 1)

Picture this drinking your Bacardi son/

50 Cent got 9 shots; you’ll get the other 41/

Picture this, gangsters dealing in coke/

50 Cent survived his 9 shots but you little Gs just won’t/

Smoking shitty spliffs so swift, my peers think with sausages/

Then you wonder why they under, they can’t think positive/

So don’t call yourself soldier; you’re not in an infantry/

And the word bullshit don’t even invoke the imagery/

Enslaved gangsta rappers, mirror their masters, it’ll hurt to show/

They’re not against slavery, just wanna reverse the roles/

I ain’t no white savior, no Sir Christopher Columbus/

But for me everything is secondary to justice/

You advertise/ a lie/ cause I know there’s a better way/

Like an aborted fetus, I wasn’t born yesterday/

I don’t care what you little pricks go learn to be/

Just know it’s an evil game like the Olympics in Germany/

(Immortal Technique Clip)

(Verse 2)

I freed my mind like Abe Lincoln’s slaves with scripture/

And my words are missed by the censorship filter/

Punish billionaires, Bill Gates, Warren Buffet/

Urban robin hoods roaring, “You can just suck it!” /

They could save the whole-wide world at the drop of a bucket/

But like the Iceland Volcano, their heart is Core-rupted/

Don’t tell me to stuff it; I’m not a thanksgiving turkey/

I ain’t giving thanks for the bank winning perky early/

If politics is the third world, I’m the IMF/

Intelligent Minister Freedman, gonna leave nothing left/

How does it feel to be cursed by every religious book? /

This the cry of Naboth, “Yo look at what those snitches took!” /

Witnesses look, apokalypsis of steep prescriptions/

Causing stupid shit riots over Artemis in Ephesus/

Feeling like John the Baptist standing over the Jordan/

Repent, God’s coming, so don’t say I didn’t give warning/

(Paul Washer Clip)

(Verse 3)

(Verses 1 & 3 of O Holy Night! Text: John S. Dwight, Music: Adolphe Adam)

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining/

It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth/

Long lay the world in sin and error pinning/

Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth/

Truly He taught us to love one another/

His law is love and His gospel is peace/

Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother/

And in His name all oppression shall cease/

(Outro)