作词 : Felipe Coronel 作曲 : Felipe Coronel Intro: Immortal Technique + (parole officer) (980505A) Yeah ***** what (You made parole) What? (Pack your stuff) The ****? (And get the **** out of here) A-haha Aiyyo man, it's about **********in time man Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man I'm out this ************! Immortal Technique Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again Never selling ******, never selling crack again Don't work for the government coke packagin Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin They pretend to give a ****, just like the Vatican Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans Every time we come back, they keep on cashing in... {"{"}*record rewinds*} I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again Never selling ******, never selling crack again I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out this ************!) Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again Never selling ******, never selling crack again Don't work for the government coke packagin Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin They pretend to give a ****, just like the Vatican Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans Every time we come back, they keep on cashin in Prison labor, third-world sweatshop comparisons 'til we kidnap the whole ****in garrison Yeah, poverty, makes people do, reckless things But corporations do worse to protect they bling Prisons are more, overcrowded than the rap game They say you more likely to go to jail with a black name Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics And **** Phonics, little *****s is +Hooked On+ chronic But if you on stage with the DEA, as your hype man Don't get yourself locked up, and blame the white man We transformed gangs and criminal enterprises Usin O.G.'s as advisors Before they, send us to war, after they divide us But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders My movement's like a jujitsu kata I graduated outta prison, so **** my alma mater ***** Interlude: Immortal Technique + (woman) (Hello?) Yeah yeah, what's up yo? (Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know what? I just got my papers (you're ****in lying!) Yo I'm comin home to you, I'll see you in like a day and a half (*screams* Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?) (*screams* I'm so happy! Are you ****in serious?) Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm comin home (oh my God!) Put the little blue thing on for me, aight? (You got that baby, yeah!) Immortal Technique I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again **** this place baby, I'm comin home again Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again Never have to knock a ***** out, for the phone again Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in It is 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 Jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence *****s sellin *****s out for true to be, Benjamins But now I'm free, hit the block, eatin Entenmann's Benihana in and out, flow to eat to enter in Newspaper pencillin, tryin to pay the rent again Ex-con job interview, nobody answerin Feelin violent from the frustation I got pent up in But not tryin to go back to the place, I was sent up in Turn my own life around, **** the establishment Listenin to hip-hop like "Where the **** the talent went?" How the **** did you replace, lyrics with your swaggerin? I'mma fix that, rhymin on with the mag-a-num I roll up in a caravan, full of North Africans My squad got, more soldier *****s than the Saracens Cause just watch (watch!) when the terrorists attack again Their reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us back again {"{"}*scratches*} I'm on parole, and I'll never be alone again **** this place baby, I'm comin home again Shorty wrapped around me so I'll, never be cold again Never have to knock a ***** out, for the phone again Prison ain't the place that you find your rite 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 I'm on parole
[00:00.000] 作词 : Felipe Coronel [00:00.020] 作曲 : Felipe Coronel [00:00.41]Intro: Immortal Technique + (parole officer) [00:00.62](980505A) Yeah ***** what [00:04.26](You made parole) What? [00:06.15](Pack your stuff) The ****? [00:08.15](And get the **** out of here) A-haha [00:10.09]Aiyyo man, it's about **********in time man [00:14.71]Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man [00:19.06]I'm out this ************! [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 ******, 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 ****, 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 ******, 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 ************!) [00:52.80]Yeah, I'm out of jail, and I'm never going back again [00:56.19]Never selling ******, 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 ****, 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 ****in 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 **** Phonics, little *****s 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 **** my alma mater ***** [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 ****in 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 ****in 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]**** 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 ***** 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 ****, sweeter than saccharin [02:42.83]Jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence [02:45.53]*****s sellin *****s 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, **** the establishment [03:07.40]Listenin to hip-hop like "Where the **** the talent went?" [03:10.13]How the **** 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 *****s 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]**** 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 ***** 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 ****, sweeter than saccharin [03:48.55]I'm on parole
