[Verse 1: Blood Sport]
I see you modified your gangster after seeing me walk
You changed your tone after hearing me talk
Extended your hand and steal my aura
You know the god don't shake on shit, but food, clothing and a glass of water
Though we make love to Jezebels we prey on virgins
We move like Yahuwa in black Excursions
Blood the color of grape win
Skin tone the color of bronze, I rose from the grave with 9's
And if tears were dollars I'd feed the children
Replace the White House with a project building
I'd stand on top of it, signal in a rocket ship
Holding my dick like I lock down the continent
I'm magnetic, I attract metal L-shaped objects
With hell parallel n***as hit decks
Yo my hand like fire in Hell after a shooting
So n***a if you know like I know, keep it moving

[Chorus]
'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up
'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up
'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up
'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
'Cause I can stand still and watch the world blow up
Fuck that museum heist decode alarms, blowing my palms
Turn the knob slowly hear the click, then we open it
Flee with the rarest canvas, called the Della Strada
A 15th Century painting of DaVinci's Belladonna
Tie up the Pope, my man is in the Helicopter
Next to the Russian Pilot blowing marijuana
I smell the ganja showing the picture of the Black Madonna
Flying overseas full of squids and arowanas
Stole the Mona Lisa in Rome with phony Visas
Disguised as a tourist taking flicks at the Pisa
My cards and my passport reads Dr. Philip L. Glascov
At the airport where the FBI waiting with their taskforce
Cleared customs, pull the mustache off, a shootout is my last resort
Now we back in the air to the Metropolis
Project shit, Hellhole is bottomless
The beast will crawl out of it, Apocalypse, Communist
Name remains anonymous, Behold the Pale Rhinoceros
It's obvious, don't even shoot it if the shot's a risk
They say I'm too Hitchcockian when I spit about the projects we in
I'm Jesus resurrected in a drop-top BM
I'm Larry King Live from the hood
Showing scene by scene of murder, so what's good?
[Chorus: Immortal Technique]
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up
But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up
I'd be the sign that the gangs of the world throw up

[Verse 3: Immortal Technique]
Motherfuckers tell me that I live in the last days
Stupid fuck, you think AIDS is the last plague?
See man made God in his own image
Culture, language and his own limits
Even his own spirit so he could fool other men into believing in his own gimmicks
I stomp the Atlantic, pivot the planet
While n***as turn their cheek to a Catholic faggot
Mythological gangster, crying if you spit it hard
You get your bitch gang-raped by Minotaurs
No façade or exaggeration
We were born to rule the world after Revelations
You could call it God's wrath or Allah's math
Like in Texas Chainsaw Massacre slash, bars of death when I spit 'em out
Concentration camp, gold ripped out of a Jew's mouth
Melted into Swiss Banks, that's how the world works
We like the Mamluks to America's Ottoman Turks
Fill the country 'til the bottom will burst
Nazi pope, sniper scope shot him in Church
Warrior past, slavery surviving n***as
Harlem North Philly nobody liver n***as
Bittersweet Apocalypse I laugh at the end
Gun in your face, that'll be your moment to sin
'Cause when your world is over, mine just begins
[Chorus: Immortal Technique]
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up
But then I wouldn't get to see the seeds grow up
Wish I could stand still and watch the world blow up
I'd be the sign that the gangs of the world throw up

[Outro: Immortal Technique & (Killah Priest)]
Taking it back
Yeah n***a, Harlem