[00:00.00] 作词 : Felipe Coronel/L. Herron
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Felipe Coronel/L. Herron
[00:07.66]Yeah *************, Immortal Technique, metaphysics
[00:14.30]
[00:16.59]The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done
[00:19.13]I leave ya full of clips/full eclipse like the moon blocking the sun
[00:22.06]my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch
[00:24.73]like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch
[00:27.77]and now these parasites want a percent of my ASCAP
[00:30.68]trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
[00:33.48]but here's a quotable for every single record exec
[00:36.27]get your ******g hands out my pocket ************* like Malcolm X
[00:39.44]but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie
[00:41.97]and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me
[00:44.92]curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
[00:47.84]Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams
[00:50.64]no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes
[00:53.54]I leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend
[00:56.33]cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream
[00:59.36]and that's the primary reason that I hate ya *************s
[01:02.21]I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets
[01:05.13]and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit for the sneaker
[01:08.20]I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker
[01:10.79]and murder counter revolutionaries personally
[01:13.51]break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury
[01:16.67]ANR's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots
[01:19.47]offered me a deal and a blanket full of smallpox
[01:22.27]you're all getting shot, you little ******g treacherous *******
[01:25.16]
[01:30.63]This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free
[01:33.92]and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
[01:36.52]you can call it reparations or restitution
[01:39.48]lock and load *************, industrial revolution
[01:42.80]
[01:48.50]I want fifty three million dollars for my calloused hands
[01:51.45]like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
[01:54.08]and ************* packing grams *************, learn to speak and behave
[01:57.00]you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave
[01:59.77]two million people in prison keep the government paid
[02:02.60]stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave
[02:05.37]
[02:08.23]deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes
[02:11.18]I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards
[02:14.18]innocent deep in a casket, columbian fa*************on
[02:17.00]intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
[02:19.76]you mother*******s will never get me to stop blastin'
[02:22.59]your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion
[02:25.63]your better off banging for twenty points for a label
[02:28.41]your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels
[02:31.24]Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
[02:34.28]foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes
[02:37.19]so if your message ain't *************t, ************* the records you sold
[02:39.85]cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
[02:42.92]it just means that a million people are stupid as *************
[02:45.95]stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit
[02:48.94]without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick
[02:51.63]Revolutionary Volume 2, murder the critics
[02:54.63]and leave your ******g body rotten for the roaches and crickets
[02:57.49]
[03:03.19]This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free
[03:05.88]and if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
[03:08.75]you can call it reparations or restitution
[03:11.56]lock and load *************, industrial revolution
[03:14.74]
[03:15.41]End
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作词 : Felipe Coronel/L. Herron
作曲 : Felipe Coronel/L. Herron
Yeah *************, Immortal Technique, metaphysics
The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done
I leave ya full of clips/full eclipse 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 want a percent of my ASCAP
trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
but here's a quotable for every single record exec
get your ******g hands out my pocket ************* 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 *************s
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 smallpox
you're all getting shot, you little ******g treacherous *******
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 *************, industrial revolution
I want fifty three million dollars for my calloused hands
like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
and ************* packing grams *************, 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
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 fa*************on
intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
you mother*******s 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 *************t, ************* 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 *************
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 ******g body rotten for the roaches and crickets
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 *************, industrial revolution
End