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IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE lyrics : "Parole (Liberty City Invasion)"

[Intro]
Yeeaahhh ^!$$% what?
You made parole.

What?
Pack your stuff
Da $#[email protected]?

And get the $#[email protected] outta here
Aye yo man it's bout motha$#[email protected] time man. aye yo G. aye yo G son I got my Papers man! I'm out of this motha$#[email protected]! )
[Verse 1]

I'm outta jail and I'm never goin' back again.
Never sellin' [email protected](%, never sellin' crack again
Don't work for the government, [email protected]%!e packagin'

Don't fire indiscriminate with the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a $#[email protected], 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 $#[email protected] 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 $#[email protected] chronics

Little [email protected][email protected] is hooked on chronic, ^!$$%
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 $#[email protected] my alma mater
(Calls some one on the phone)
[Verse 2]

I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again
$#[email protected] this place baby, I'm comin home again
Family wrapped around me, so I never be cold again

Never have to knock a ^!$$% out for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your right of passage in,
It's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen

Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in
Perpetrators on some fake %#@!, sweeter than saccharin,
^!$$%s sellin' ^!$$%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 Nobody 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, $#[email protected] the etablishment
Listenin to hip hop like where the $#[email protected] the talent went?

How the $#[email protected] 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 ^!$$%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,
$#[email protected] 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 ^!$$% out for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your right of passage in,

It's slavery with nasty food for your abdomen
Midle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in
Perpetrators on some fake %#@!, sweeter than saccharin.


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