Из альбома: Revolutionary Vol. 1
Intro talk
Yo, son give me that newspaper.
Ya, here you go.
I hate this one you know.
You know the posters are always on some bias racist bullshit man.
Word, the daily news are ridiculous man.
The time's a little better but they're still on some bullshit *??* I know that man.
Another nigga killed by these fucking cops.
What? Word? Psss
You see that's why I gotta get the fuck outta here man, I need some fucking peace.
I need something man *mumble* + (I feel you son to that, in America)
Or I'll start just blasting these fucking pigs man *laughter*
For real yo.
Lets do something man, lets see some mommies out there.
You know what? Matter of fact, pack the bags.
Aight then...
Start the fucking whipper, I'm outta here ya'll for real.
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I hate my job so I always look to a better day
far from New York city on a tropical get away
but not in Miami
cause these white cuban anticastros can't stand me
and that's the reason I'll never win a fixed up latin grammy
after this racist latinos will god damn me, but my black people love me
and when I go to South America people be tryin to hug me
cause I talk about reality that effects them
and even though I blow up I can never neglect them
what kind of revolutionary action would that be?
I'd be categorizing practically every other emcee
but never that cause I'm clever with facts sever your raps
you fake players and thugs will forever be whack
I'm still rolling with my squadron heavily strapped
and even if I get killed I'll inevitably be back
in cyclopedia hispanica over digital dat
don't ever compare me to smallminded criminal cats
I kill kids on tracks like Dale Arnharts
spit in your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark
I was born a genius but I learned to be street smart
my vacation just started I'm out to the caribbean
swimming and dominican women are the color of cinnamon
you motherfuckers wish you had the lifestyle I'm livin in
huh yo yo
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East coast to west coast and everything in between
this is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams
this ghetto fabulous life really aint what it seems
but I gonna make it cause I got survival stuck in my jeans
word up, Immortal Technique representing Harlem all the way out to my fam in Inglewood.
I'm out motherfucker hahaha getaway nigger.