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| Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution |
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Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution;
[Verse 1]
Yeah nigga, Immortal Technique, metaphysics
The bling-bling era was cute but it's about
to be done
I leave ya full of clipse like the moon
blocking the sun
my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder
to catch
like an escape tunnel in prison I started
from scratch
and now these parasites wanna prosenna my
asscap
trying to control perspective like an acid
flashback
but here's a quotable for every single record
exec
get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga
like Malcolm X
but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a
groupie
and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford
to miss if you shoot me
curse to heavens and laugh when the sky
electrocutes me
Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts
darkening dreams
no ones as good as good as me, they just got
better marketing schemes
I leave ya to your own destruction like
sparking a fiend
cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star
scream
and that's the primary reason that I hate ya
faggots
I've been nice since niggaz got killed over
8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit
for the sneaker
I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach
through the speaker
and murder counter revolutionaries personally
break a thermometer and force feed his kids
mercury
ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call
shots
offered me a deal and a blanket full of small
pocks
your all getting shot, you little fucking
tregerous bitches
[Hook]
This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting
nothing for free
and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking
your company
you can call it reparations or restitution
lock and load nigga, industrial revolution
[Verse 2]
I want fifty three million dollars for my
collar stand
like the Bush administration gave to the
Taliban
and fuck packing grams nigga, learn to speak
and behave
you wanna spend twenty years as a government
slave
two million people in prison keep the
government paid
stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the
grave
i was made by revolution to speak to the
masses
deep in the club toast the truth, reach for
the classes
I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you
bastards
innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion
intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
you motherfuckers will never get me to stop
blastin'
your better off asking Ariel Sharon for
compasion
your better off banging for twenty points for
a label
your better off battling cancer under
telephone cabels
Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in
codes
so if your message ain't shit, fuck the
records you sold
cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to
do with luck
it just means that a million people are
stupid as fuck
stuck in the underground in general and rose
to the limit
without distribution managers, a deal, or a
gimmick
Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics
and leave your fucking body rotten for the
roaches and crickets
[Hook]
Tags : immortal technique industrial revolution hip hop jedi mind tricks army of the pharaohs rap |
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Affichage : 19721
Durée : 217 s |
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