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immortal technique - parole (liberty city invasion) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeeaahhh n-gg- what?
you made parole.
what?
pack your stuff
da f-ck?
and get the f-ck outta here
aye yo man it’s bout mothaf-ckin time man. aye yo g. aye yo g son i got my papers man! i’m out of this mothaf-cka! )
[verse 1]
i’m outta jail and i’m never goin’ back again.
never sellin’ heroin, never sellin’ crack again
don’t work for the government, c-ke packagin’
don’t fire indiscriminate with the mac again
my people are stuck behind gl-ss like a mannequin
they pretend to give a f-ck, just like the vatican
second chance, fate based, -two faced, samaritins
every time we come back, they keep on cashin’ in
prison labor, third world sweat shop comparisons
till we kidnapped the whole f-ckin garrison
yeah, poverty makes people wreckless things,
but corruptions do worse to their bling
prisons are more over crowded than the rap game
they saw your more likely to go to jail with a black name
freakonomics that i speak through ebonics are f-ck chronics
little n-gg-rs is hooked on chronic, n-gg-
but if you stage with the d.e.a. as your hype man,
don’t get yourself locked up and blame the white man
we transform gangs and criminal enterprises
using o-g’s as advisers, before they send us to war, after the divide us
but i wont let them use us like teddy roosevelt’s ruff riders
my movements like a jujitsu kada, so f-ck my alma mater
(calls some one on the phone)
[verse 2]
i’m on parole, and i’ll never be alone again
f-ck this place baby, i’m comin home again
family wrapped around me, so i never be cold again
never have to knock a n-gg- out for the phone again
prison ain’t the place that you find your right of p-ssage in,
it’s slavery with nasty food in your abdomen
middle p-ssage, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in
perpetrators on some fake sh-t, sweeter than saccharin,
n-gg-s sellin’ n-gg-s out for two or three benjamins
but now i’m free, hit the block eating entenmann’s
beni-hana in and out, flow for me to enter in
newspapers pencillin’, trying to pay the rent again excon job interveiw n-body answerin feeling violent from the frustratrationi got pent up in
but now trying to go back to the place i was sent up in
turn my whole life around, f-ck the etablishment
listenin to hip hop like where the f-ck the talent went?
how the f-ck dod you replace lyrics with your swaggerin’
i’ma fix that rythmin em with the magnum
i roll up in a caravan, full of north africans
my squad got more soldier n-gg-s than the saracens
cos just watch when the terrorists attack again
their reactions gonna be draft is and send us back again
[verse 3]
i’m on parole, and i’ll never be on crack again,
f-ck this palce baby, i’m comin’ home again
family wrapped their arms around me, so i never be cold again
never have to knock a n-gg- out for the phone again
prison ain’t the place that you find your right of p-ssage in,
it’s slavery with nasty food for your abdomen
midle p-ssage, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in
perpetrators on some fake sh-t, sweeter than saccharin.

- immortal technique

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