Parole (Evil Genius Mix)

Parole (Evil Genius Mix) Lyrics

Song Parole (Evil Genius Mix)
Artist Immortal Technique
Album The 3rd World
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[00:00.41] Intro: Immortal Technique + (parole officer)
[00:00.62] (980505A) Yeah nigga what
[00:04.26] (You made parole) What?
[00:06.15] (Pack your stuff) The fuck?
[00:08.15] (And get the fuck out of here) A-haha
[00:10.09] Aiyyo man, it's about motherfuckin time man
[00:14.71] Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man
[00:19.06] I'm out this motherfucker!
[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 heroin, 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 fuck, 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 heroin, 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 motherfucker!)
[00:52.80] Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again
[00:56.19] Never selling heroin, 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 fuck, 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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 FUCK my alma mater nigga
[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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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] Fuck this place baby, I'm comin 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, fuck the establishment
[03:07.40] Listenin to hip-hop like "Where the fuck the talent went?"
[03:10.13] How the fuck 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] Fuck this place baby, I'm comin 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
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