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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