[Intro: Vinnie Paz]

Yeah, one two

Yeah, it's the God of the Serengeti

I'm the God of the Seven Deadly

Immortal Technique

Poison Pen, what up?

G.O.D., Jus Allah

Tony Kenyatta, what up, baby?

Listen, yeah

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

Supreme Godhead, gutter like poverty

Righteous man is one of forty six parts prophecy

It’s epicyclical orbit like the hypotheses

It’s metaphysics that borders on the philosophy

Another song of yours is just another disaster

Another verse of mine is just another cadaver

You could call it a Genesis of another chapter

You could call it the venom that’s from the troubled rapper

The same rapper that was known for just smashing your face in

Who is God? What’s material manifestation?

I’m indestructible, my actions are that of a Mason

Yamasee Native American tribe of relation

The judge threw the book at me, I take it in blood

The rook move horizontally, basically drugs

A nation of intellectuals, a nation of thugs

Jesus is hate, a nation of Satan is love

[Chorus: Poison Pen]

With a fist full of twenties (Uh), got my mind right

With a fifth full of Henny (Yeah), we Team Homicide

We swing side to side, so what’s happening’?

So what’s crackin’? So what’s stackin’?

If we falling out, then we brawling out

Vinnie chalk ‘em out, ain’t nothing to talk about

Team Homicide, swing side to side, so what’s happening’?

Yo, what’s happening? It’s all that shit...

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]

Me and my conglomerates shall survive Apocalypse (Yes)

I charge a price for telling people what the process is (Uh)

Living in a world where dictatorship is obvious (Word)

Natural resources running out for the populace (Yeah)

Murder doesn’t need a lobbyist or an ambassador (Yeah)

Ask the survivors of the Mỹ Lai massacre (yeah)

‘Back to the Future’ without the flux capacitor (Yeah)

Kill you for the gold like Colonel Gaddafi characters (Grrah)

You bath salt sniffin’ zombies fuckin' a stranger (Haha)

Navajo skinwalkers, nigga, I’m a face changer

Surgically remove your heart, bury it at Wounded Knee

A microcosm of the graveyard that Earth is soon to be (Yeah)

A eulogy for those chasing cars and jewelry (You hear me?)

I’m stocking food and water 'nocause shit ain't what it used to be (Yeah)

I’m motivated like, Buster Douglas when his mother died

Border Patrol, nigga, see you on the other side

[Chorus: Poison Pen]

With a fist full of twenties (huh), got my mind right

With a fifth full of Henny (yeah), we Team Homicide

We swing side to side (what), so what’s happening’?

So what’s crackin’? So what’s stackin’?

If we falling out, then we brawling out

Vinnie chalk ‘em out, ain’t nothing to talk about

Team Homicide, swing side to side, so what’s happening’?

Yo, what’s happening? It’s all that shit...

[Outro: Poison Pen]

Ayo, it's Chief Key, baby (You know what it is)

Reppin' Largeneck all day

Team Homi, Team Homi (Harlem to Brooklyn to Philly)

Clean body, clean body

Yo, Paz, what up, boy? (Yeah)

So we did the Technique project (Word)

We did the Paz project

Yeah, so we top of the pimp project, Neck getting the Roscoes (Hahaha)

Brooklyn erry down, boy (Haha)

Philly, react! (Philly!)

Harlem, what up?! Yeah!

And they rock [?], what up?! (All day)

You see these overlords come through, fuck

Make a lot of space, nigga (Lock this)

Take heads off on this side, boy

Uh-huh!