Immortal Technique Industrial Revolution Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah n____, 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 percent of my ASCAP
trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
but here's a quotable for every single record exec
get your f___ing hands out my pocket n____ 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 the 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 f__gots
I've been nice since n____z got killed over 8-ball jackets
and Reebok Pumps that didn't do s___ 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 tried jerking me thinking they call shots
offered me a deal and a blanket full of smallpox
your all getting shot, you little f___ing tregerous b____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 n____, industrial revolution

[Verse 2]
I want fifty three million dollars for my calloused hands
like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
and f___ packing grams n____, 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 by 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 your glasses
I'll burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you b______s
innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion
intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
you m_________ers will never get me to stop blastin'
your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compasion
your better off begging for twenty points from a label
your better off battling cancer under telephone cables
Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes
so if your message ain't s___, f___ 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 f___
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 f___ing body rotten for the roaches and crickets

[Hook]

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