Sign of the Times - Lyrics - Immortal Technique
Felipe Andres Coronel , better known by the stage name Immortal Technique, is a Peruvian-American rapper as well as an urban activist. He was born in Lima, Peru and raised in Harlem, New York. Most of his lyrics focus on controversial issues in global politics. The views expressed in his lyrics are largely commentary on issues such as class struggle, socialism, poverty, religion, government, imperialism and institutional racism.
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[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
Imagine the word of God, without religious groupies,
Imagine a saviour, born in a Mexican hooptie,
Persecuted single mother in a modern manger,
You'd crucify him again, like a *** 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 (Damn..),
Imagine *** talking ***, when they never knew me (***!),
Imagine a movie, that depicted the pain in your life,
Like them kids in Afghanistan, chasing the kite,
For most of the world, that's what it's like,
Imagine if the woman you supposed 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 dream the impossible all the time,
*** a Masonic design, America's future is mine,
Repeat that to yourself, 'cause if culture's a crime,
Then numbers tatted on your arm, aren't too far behind,
They can only conquer you after they murdered your mind,
So Rise Up! Muthafucka like the sign of the times (Rise),
I feel my body weakening, but my spirit is fine (Yeah!),
Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a dime (Come On!),
And fight with my Rebel Army, until the stars are aligned!
[Native American Chorus]
[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
Nostradamus was a white man's prophet,
Who predicated European's Supremacists logic,
Because the pilgrims and the Conquistador columns,
Killed more innocent people than Hitler and Stalin (Yes),
I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an anti-Christ or two,
Brothers give this to the O.G.s doing life with you,
And pray for the problems, with the Pope psychology,
So the Vatican will author 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 prison
But had the opposite effect, incarcerating religion,
That type of crooked politics imposed on the populace,
Is obvious, if you read the Northwood documents,
Forget the compliments, for what I recorded (Yeah),
And live for Revolution, instead of always dying for it!
Remember a bullet can never stop me (Never!),
My legions are led by the spirit of Haile Selassie, Watch Me!,
Even if I'm shot in the Shakra, 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 Mazdā,
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 sacrifice you all to the Revolution like the Romanovs,
Lost in the desert, like the Hebrews of Israel,
The blood-clot system, try 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 is pulling me the other way!
[Cornel West]
Immortal Technique
Rise up young brother
It is not your time to die...
