Black Vikings Lyrics - The Martyr - Immortal Technique

[1st Verse : Immortal Technique] 

Back like I was locked up, putting in work 

Burning through books like Nazi'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 fucking 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 gin type 

That'll make you hate the way that Allah made you to live life 

Like Hindu, niggers, 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 werewolves and 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, nigger, you wanna know? 

Damn the river, bury me, and let the water flow 

[2nd Verse : Styles P] 

Cut the nose off, the ears off, the whole head 

Immortal and ghost coming, code red 

You never seen a black barbarian 

Warrior, warlord, pussy, cut your balls off 

More bodies come, more bodies hauled off 

What you want the sword and get shit 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 buggin me, I'm coming 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 

[3rd Verse : Vinnie Paz] 

You pussies living in a movie theater 

Put the motherfucking spell on you like brujeria 

Chop his motherfucking head like a ruthless 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 motherfucking 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 Shem with us 

While we brought the motherfucking blam blam with us