Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution

Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution; [Verse 1] Yeah nigga, 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 asscap trying to control perspective like an acid flashback but here's a quotable for every single record exec get your fucking hands out my pocket nigga 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 faggots I've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets and Reebok Pumps that didn’t do shit 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 fucking tregerous bitches [Hook] This is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing ...

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