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IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE lyrics : "Industrial Revolution"

[Verse 1]
Yeah ^!$$%, Immortal Technique, metaphysics


The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done
I leave ya full of clipse 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 wanna prosenna my $$#cap
trying to control perspective like an acid flashback

but here's a quotable for every single record exec
get your $#[email protected] 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 [email protected]$)gots
I've been nice since ^!$$%z got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps that didn't do %#@! 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 small pocks
your all getting shot, you little $#[email protected] tregerous (*##$es


[Hook]
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


[Verse 2]
I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand

like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
and $#[email protected] 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
i was made by revolution to speak to the masses

deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes
I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you [email protected]$(s
innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion

intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
you mother$#[email protected] 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 %#@!, $#[email protected] 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 $#[email protected]
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 $#[email protected] body rotten for the roaches and crickets


[Hook]

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