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| [00:01.35][Intro: Immortal Technique + Friend] |
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— Yo, yo, son, give me that newspaper! |
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— Yeah, aight, here you go! |
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— Man, I hate this one, yo. You know, the post is always on some bias racist bull*********t, man. Word, I mean, on The Daily News… |
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— (Laughs) Word, I feel you… |
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— They ridiculous, man. Times are better, but they still on some bull*********t! |
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— (Laughs) I know that, man. (Hiss) |
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— Another ********* killed by these ********* cops, yo! |
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— What? Word? Psh… |
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— See, that's why I gotta get the ********* outta here, man. I need some peace. I need something like that or I'ma just start blastin' these ********* pigs, man! |
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— I feel you, son. (laughs) |
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— For real, yo! |
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— Yo, son, ********* it then. Let's do somethin', man, let's see some mamis out there! |
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— You know what? Matter of fact, pack the bags… |
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— Aight then! |
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— Start the ********* whip up! I'm outta here, yo, for real! |
| [00:49.43][Verse: Immortal Technique] |
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Yo, I hate my job, so I always look to a better day |
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Far from New York City on a tropical getaway |
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But not in Miami |
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‘Cause these white Cuban anti-Castro's can't stand me |
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And that's the reason I'll never win a fixed up Latin Grammy |
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After this racist Latinos'll goddamn me |
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But my black people love me |
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And when I go to South America, people be tryna hug me |
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‘Cause I talk about reality that effects them |
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And even though I blew up I could never neglect them |
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What kind of a revolutionary action would that be? |
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I be categorizing practically every other MC |
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But never that, ‘cause I'm clever with facts, sever your raps |
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Fake players and thugs will forever be whack |
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I'm still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped |
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And even if I get killed I'll inevitably be back |
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Encyclopedia Hispanica over digital dat |
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Don't ever compare me with small-minded criminal cats |
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I kill kids on tracks, like Dale Earnhardt |
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Spit in your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark |
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I was born a genius, but I learned to be street smart |
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My vacation just started, I'm out to the Caribbean |
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Swimmin' in Dominican women the color of cinnamon |
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You *********ers wish you had the lifestyle I'm livin' in |
| [01:53.06][Hook: Immortal Technique] |
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East Coast to West Coast and everything in between |
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This is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams |
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This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it seems |
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But I'ma make it, ‘cause I got survival stuck in my genes |
| [02:17.15][Outro: Immortal Technique] |
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Word up (Word!) Immoral Technique |
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Representing Harlem |
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All the way out to my fam, in Englewood |
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I'm out, *********er! (Laughs the ghetto way, *********!) |