[00:00.00] 作词 : Felipe Coronel
[00:00.20] 作曲 : Felipe Andres Coronel
[00:00.41]Intro: Immortal Technique + (parole officer)
[00:00.62](980505A) Yeah b***h what
[00:04.26](You made parole) What?
[00:06.15](Pack your stuff) The ****?
[00:08.15](And get the **** out of here) A-haha
[00:10.09]Aiyyo man, it's about ****ing time man
[00:14.71]Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man
[00:19.06]I'm out this ****er!
[00:20.00]Immortal Technique
[00:20.01]Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
[00:23.49]Never selling niggas, never selling crack again
[00:26.13]Don't work for the government coke packagin
[00:28.73]Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
[00:31.62]My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
[00:34.31]They pretend to give a ****, just like the Vatican
[00:36.95]Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
[00:39.79]Every time we come back, they keep on cashing in... {"{"}*record rewinds*}
[00:42.83]I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
[00:45.28]Never selling niggas, never selling crack again
[00:47.97]I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
[00:50.70]I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out this ****er!)
[00:52.80]Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
[00:56.19]Never selling niggas, never selling crack again
[00:58.83]Don't work for the government coke packagin
[01:01.56]Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
[01:04.25]My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
[01:07.00]They pretend to give a ****, just like the Vatican
[01:09.64]Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
[01:12.43]Every time we come back, they keep on cashin in
[01:15.17]Prison labor, third-world sweatshop comparisons
[01:17.92]'til we kidnap the whole ****ing garrison
[01:20.40]Yeah, poverty, makes people do, reckless things
[01:23.69]But corporations do worse to protect they bling
[01:26.33]Prisons are more, overcrowded than the rap game
[01:28.86]They say you more likely to go to jail with a black name
[01:31.60]Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
[01:33.99]And **** Phonics, little niggas is Hooked On chronic
[01:36.78]But if you on stage with the DEA, as your hype man
[01:39.66]Don't get yourself locked up, and blame the white man
[01:42.51]We transformed gangs and criminal enterprises
[01:45.31]Usin O.G.'s as advisors
[01:47.40]Before they, send us to war, after they divide us
[01:50.04]But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders
[01:53.53]My movement's like a jujitsu kata
[01:55.71]I graduated outta prison, so **** my alma mater b***h
[01:59.00]Interlude: Immortal Technique + (woman)
[01:59.14](Hello?) Yeah yeah, what's up yo?
[02:02.09](Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know what?
[02:04.08]I just got my papers (you're ****ing lying!)
[02:06.72]Yo I'm comin home to you, I'll see you in like a day and a half
[02:09.71](*screams* Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
[02:12.39](screams* I'm so happy! Are you ****ing serious?
[02:14.09]Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm comin home (oh my God!)
[02:16.58]Put the little blue thing on for me, aight?
[02:19.13](You got that baby, yeah!)
[02:20.53]Immortal Technique
[02:20.73]I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again
[02:23.91]**** this place baby, I'm coming home again
[02:26.55]Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
[02:29.20]Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
[02:31.99]Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in
[02:34.67]It is slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen
[02:37.36]Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
[02:40.11]Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
[02:42.83]Jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence
[02:45.53]Niggas sellin niggas out for true to be, Benjamins
[02:48.22]But now I'm free, hit the block, eatin Entenmann's
[02:50.96]Benihana in and out, flow to eat to enter in
[02:53.69]Newspaper pencillin, tryin to pay the rent again
[02:56.43]Ex-con job interview, nobody answerin
[02:59.18]Feelin violent from the frustation I got pent up in
[03:01.87]But not tryin to go back to the place, I was sent up in
[03:04.61]Turn my own life around, **** the establishment
[03:07.40]Listening to hip-hop like "Where the **** the talent went?"
[03:10.13]How the **** did you replace, lyrics with your swaggerin?
[03:12.77]I'mma fix that, rhymin on with the mag-a-num
[03:15.51]I roll up in a caravan, full of North Africans
[03:18.16]My squad got, more soldier niggas than the Saracens
[03:20.89]Cause just watch (watch!) when the terrorists attack again
[03:23.63]Their reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us back again
[03:26.58]{"{"}*scratches*}
[03:26.78]I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again
[03:29.27]**** this place baby, I'm coming home again
[03:32.16]Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
[03:34.90]Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
[03:37.58]Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in
[03:40.28]It's slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen
[03:42.92]Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
[03:45.76]Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
[03:48.55]I'm on parole

作词 : Felipe Coronel
作曲 : Felipe Andres Coronel
Intro: Immortal Technique + (parole officer)
(980505A) Yeah b***h what
(You made parole) What?
(Pack your stuff) The ****?
(And get the **** out of here) A-haha
Aiyyo man, it's about ****ing time man
Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man
I'm out this ****er!
Immortal Technique
Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
Never selling niggas, never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a ****, just like the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they keep on cashing in... {"{"}*record rewinds*}
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
Never selling niggas, never selling crack again
I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out this ****er!)
Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
Never selling niggas, never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a ****, just like the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they keep on cashin in
Prison labor, third-world sweatshop comparisons
'til we kidnap the whole ****ing garrison
Yeah, poverty, makes people do, reckless things
But corporations do worse to protect they bling
Prisons are more, overcrowded than the rap game
They say you more likely to go to jail with a black name
Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
And **** Phonics, little niggas is Hooked On chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA, as your hype man
Don't get yourself locked up, and blame the white man
We transformed gangs and criminal enterprises
Usin O.G.'s as advisors
Before they, send us to war, after they divide us
But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders
My movement's like a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison, so **** my alma mater b***h
Interlude: Immortal Technique + (woman)
(Hello?) Yeah yeah, what's up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know what?
I just got my papers (you're ****ing lying!)
Yo I'm comin home to you, I'll see you in like a day and a half
(*screams* Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
(screams* I'm so happy! Are you ****ing serious?
Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm comin home (oh my God!)
Put the little blue thing on for me, aight?
(You got that baby, yeah!)
Immortal Technique
I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again
**** this place baby, I'm coming home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in
It is slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
Jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence
Niggas sellin niggas out for true to be, Benjamins
But now I'm free, hit the block, eatin Entenmann's
Benihana in and out, flow to eat to enter in
Newspaper pencillin, tryin to pay the rent again
Ex-con job interview, nobody answerin
Feelin violent from the frustation I got pent up in
But not tryin to go back to the place, I was sent up in
Turn my own life around, **** the establishment
Listening to hip-hop like "Where the **** the talent went?"
How the **** did you replace, lyrics with your swaggerin?
I'mma fix that, rhymin on with the mag-a-num
I roll up in a caravan, full of North Africans
My squad got, more soldier niggas than the Saracens
Cause just watch (watch!) when the terrorists attack again
Their reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us back again
{"{"}*scratches*}
I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again
**** this place baby, I'm coming home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
I'm on parole