Lyrics:

[chorus:]
i am the eye in the sky looking at you i can read your mind
i am the maker of rules dealing with fools i can cheat you blind [eye in the sky by alan parsons project]

[verse 1: immortal technique]

yeah, my truth is the archet of coming and buried in ethiopia,
watch when you fuckin' with a minneapolis somalian
when i go home the world i use to know is gone and i will live on my own for what shall it profit a rapper with creative control to sign a deal with the devil and lose his soul,
my still born first expression is cold like the faces of slave masters on a pay-by phone,
subliminal racial supremacy chokin' me quick,
like the bedtime stories of joseph smith,
lynch mob gunnin' for me tryna murder my seed,
so shorty put him in the nile in a basket of reeds and now i stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight,
wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life,
bad diet, fuck more, die a young, fast life, same as a crash flight, that took off when the music died on your last night,
tell em' the truth and they call you a traitor talk to em' honestly and they call you a hater,
losin' my composure cause the message is urgent, talkin' reckless drunk on the mic like larry merchant,
cursin' at the serpents who marryin' demons,
who brush their wings against the air to the reason they're heathen with nothin' left to believe in even a reason from livin' that was forgiven by god and not religion,
envision jesus risen from the dead like horus,
in the baptist church shakin' off the rigor mortis,
the borders should be illegal instead of the people that were here before the bible and all of it's sequels,
i speak to the detached and unrealistic that were born nobel but turned socially autistic,
we resisted homeland securities mission cause i know what they really envisioned...

[chorus x2]

i am the eye in the sky looking at you, i can read your mind
i am the maker of rules dealing with fools, i can cheat you blind