Immortal Technique

Immortal Technique - Parole (Evil Genius Mix) lyrics

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<i>[Intro: Immortal Technique (parole officer)]</i><br>

(980505A) Yeah nigga what<br>

(You made parole) What?<br>

(Pack your stuff) The fuck?<br>

(And get the fuck out of here) A-haha<br>

Aiyyo man, it's about motherfuckin time man<br>

Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man<br>

I'm out this motherfucker!<br>

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<i>[Immortal Technique]</i><br>

Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again<br>

Never selling heroin, never selling crack again<br>

Don't work for the government coke packagin<br>

Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again<br>

My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin<br>

They pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican<br>

Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans<br>

Every time we come back, they... <i>[record rewinds]</i><br>

I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again<br>

Never selling heroin, never selling crack again<br>

I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again<br>

I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out this motherfucker!)<br>

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Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again<br>

Never selling heroin, never selling crack again<br>

Don't work for the government coke packagin<br>

Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again<br>

My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin<br>

They pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican<br>

Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans<br>

Every time we come back, they keep on cashin in<br>

Prison labor, third-world sweatshop comparisons<br>

'til we kidnap the whole fuckin garrison<br>

Yeah, poverty, makes people do, reckless things<br>

But corporations do worse to protect they bling<br>

Prisons are more, overcrowded than the rap game<br>

They say you more likely to go to jail with a black name<br>

Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics<br>

and fuck Phonics, little niggaz is (Hooked On) chronic<br>

But if you on stage with the DEA, as your hype man<br>

Don't get yourself locked up, and blame the white man<br>

We transformed gangs and criminal enterprises<br>

Usin O.G.'s as advisors<br>

Before they, send us to war, after they divide us<br>

But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders<br>

My movement's like a jujitsu kata<br>

I graduated outta prison, so FUCK my alma mater nigga<br>

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<i>[Interlude: Immortal Technique (woman)]</i><br>

(Hello?) Yeah yeah, what's up yo?<br>

(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know what?<br>

I just got my papers (you're fuckin lying!)<br>

Yo I'm comin home to you, I'll see you in like a day and a half<br>

(<i>[screams]</i> Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?)<br>

(<i>[screams]</i> I'm so happy! Are you fuckin serious?)<br>

Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm comin home (oh my God!)<br>

Put the little blue thing on for me, aight?<br>

(You got that baby, yeah!)<br>

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<i>[Immortal Technique]</i><br>

I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again<br>

Fuck this place baby, I'm comin home again<br>

Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again<br>

Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again<br>

Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in<br>

It's slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen<br>

Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in<br>

Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin<br>

Jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence<br>

Niggaz sellin niggaz out for true to be, Benjamins<br>

But now I'm free, hit the block, eatin Entenmann's<br>

Benihana in and out, flow to eat to enter in<br>

Newspaper pencillin, tryin to pay the rent again<br>

Ex-con job interview, nobody answerin<br>

Feelin violent from the frustation I got pent up in<br>

But not tryin to go back to the place, I was sent up in<br>

Turn my own life around, fuck the establishment<br>

Listenin to hip-hop like "Where the fuck the talent went?"<br>

How the fuck did you replace, lyrics with your swaggerin?<br>

I'ma fix that, rhymin on with the mag-a-num<br>

I roll up in a caravan, full of North Africans<br>

My squad got, more soldier niggaz than the Saracens<br>

Cause just watch (watch!) when the terrorists attack again<br>

Their reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us back again<br>

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<i>[scratches]</i><br>

I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again<br>

Fuck this place baby, I'm comin home again<br>

Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again<br>

Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again<br>

Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in<br>

It's slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen<br>

Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in<br>

Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin<br>

I'm on parole<br>

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