Immortal Technique "The 4th Branch" lyrics

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The 4th Branch

The new age is upon usAnd yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow graveFor those who hide behind the false image of the Son of manShall stand before GodIt has begunThe beginning of the end

The voice of racism preachin' the gospel is devilishA fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terroristForgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bondAnd Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ranThey bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder SaddamWhen you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with IranThis is the information that they hold back from Peter JenningsCause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally HemingsI break it down with critical language and spiritual anguishThe Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying ChristYou murdered and stole his religion, and painting him whiteTranslated in psychologically tainted philosophyConservative political right wing, ideologyGlued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nationGot my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassinationGuantanamo Bay, federal incarcerationHow could this be, the land of the free, home of the braveIndigenous holocaust and the home of the slavesCorporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythmYou really think this country, never sponsored terrorismHuman rights violations, we continue the sagaEl Savador and the contras in NicaraguaAnd on top of that, you still wanna take me to prisonJust cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

It's like MKUltra, controllin' your brainSuggestive thinking, causing your perspective to changeThey wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghettoThe fourth branch of the government, want us to settleA bandanna full of glittering, generalityFightin' for freedom and fightin' terror, but what's realityRead about the history of the place that we live inAnd stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the ArabsBroken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriageThe brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriageEmbedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tensionAnd they refuse to even mention, European interventionOr the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screamsU.S. manufactured missles, and M-16'sWeapon contracts and corrupted American dreamsMedia censorship, blocking out the video screensA continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargainDemocracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reasonA desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedomCause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demonIt's open season with the CIA, buggin' my cribTrapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kidWhere nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you liveI'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my lifeBut when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal TechniqueWho beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiksYou don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facadeLike a fallen angel standing in the presence of GodBitch niggas scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

It's like MKUltra, controllin' your brainSuggestive thinking, causing your perspective to changeThey wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghettoThe fourth branch of the government, want us to settleA bandanna full of glittering, generalityFightin' for freedom and fightin' terror, but what's realityMartial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill youWhile you hanging your flag out your project window”

The fourth branch of the government AKA the mediaSeems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officialsAs if their opinion was at all unbiasedA machine shouldn't speak for menSo shut the fuck up you mindless droneAnd you know it's seriousWhen these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaignTo try to convince you they're fair and balancedWhen they're some of the most ignorant, and racist peopleGiving that type of mentality a safe havenWe act like we share in the spoils of war that they doWe die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwardsWe don't get weapons contracts, niggaWe don't get cheap labor for our companies, niggaWe are cheap labor, niggaTurn off the news and read, niggaRead... read... read

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