Industrial Revolution

Yeah *************, Immortal Technique, metaphysics

The bling-bling era was cute but its about to be done
I leave ya full of clips/full eclipse 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 want a percent of my ASCAP
trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
but heres a quotable for every single record exec
get your ******g hands out my pocket ************* like Malcolm X
but this aint a movie, Im not a fan or a groupie
and Im 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 thats the primary reason that I hate ya *************s
Ive been nice since ************ *z got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps that didn't do *************t for the sneaker
Im a heatseaker with features thatll reach through the speaker
and murder counter revolutionaries personally
break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury
ANRs tribe jerking me thinking they call shots
offered me a deal and a blanket full of smallpox
youre all getting shot, you little ******g treacherous *******

This is the business, and ya'll aint getting nothing for free
and if you devils play broke, then Im taking your company
you can call it reparations or restitution
lock and load ********** ***, industrial revolution

I want fifty three million dollars for my calloused hands
like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
and ************* 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

deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes
I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards
innocent deep in a casket, columbian fa*************on
intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
you mother*******s 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 aint *************t, ************* the records you sold
cuz if you go platinum, its got nothing to do with luck
it just means that a million people are stupid as *************
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 ******g body rotten for the roaches and crickets

This is the business,and yall aint getting nothing for free
and if you devils play broke, then Im taking your company
you can call it reparations or restitution
lock and load ************ *, industrial revolution

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