[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
 Back like I was locked up, putting in work
 Burning through books like [bad word] s in a Catholic church
 I'm cursed like Cain when he murdered his brother
 Cut your face off and wear it while I'm [bad word] your mother
 I'm Mars Ultor, the avenger, the god of war
 And if you don't believe in me, I doubt you believe in God at all
 I breathe smokeless fire, the Jinn type
 That'll make you hate the way that Allah made you to live life
 Like Hindu, [bad word]  who be bleaching their skin white
 Other people's teeth in my hands after a fist fight
 I was born with a sixth sense and a swift right
 Skin wear wolves [?] will rape demons at midnight
 Sell your kids into slavery after we murder you
 Or sacrifice them in the same fire we burnin' you
 Barbarian funeral, [bad word]  you wanna know?
 [bad word] the river, bury me, and let the water flow

 [Verse 2: Styles P]
 Cut the nose off, the ears off, the whole head
 Immortal and [bad word]  code red
 You never seen a black barbarian
 Warrior, warlord, [bad word]  cut your balls off
 More [bad word]  more bodies hauled off
 What you want the sword and get [bad word] sawed off
 You don't need an axe in it
 And I'm breaking your back because your spine needed a crack in it
 You bugging me, [bad word] to fumigate
 The wolverine, the sabre tooth, the way that I mutilate
 I'm like the viking in Valhalla Rising
 Except I got black skin and both of my eyes in
 Don't test him, please don't stress him
 He'll hang you from a tree with your own intestines
 How'd you wanna die? Make your own suggestion
 Now talk to the lord and make your own confession

 [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
 You pussies living in a movie theatre
 Put the [bad word] spell on you like [?]
 Chop his [bad word] head like [bad word] leader
 Guns drawn in a church service, shoot the preacher
 We need to be godly to know Allah
 Ain't no rappers eating around me, like a broken jaw
 It ain't ever been a day that I ain't broke the law
 What you think I hold a [bad word] toaster for?
 I ain't going there, there's police in that room
 And Vinnie walk around with bags of dust like a vacuum
 Bury you under the earth inside a black tomb
 My body covered in Dadhichi and stab wounds
 I'm a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors
 That's a part of my neurological transmitters
 We Islamic and brought the story of [?] with us
 While we brought the [bad word] blam blam with us