| — Yo, yo, son, give me that newspaper!
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| — Yeah, aight, here you go!
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| — Man, I hate this one, yo. |
| You know, the post is always on some bias racist
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| bullshit, man. |
| Word, I mean, on The Daily News…
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| — (Laughs) Word, I feel you…
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| — They ridiculous, man. |
| Times are better, but they still on some bullshit!
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| — (Laughs) I know that, man. |
| (Hiss)
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| — Another nigga killed by these fucking cops, yo!
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| — What? |
| Word? |
| Psh…
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| — See, that’s why I gotta get the fuck outta here, man. |
| I need some peace.
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| I need something like that or I’ma just start blastin' these fucking pigs, man!
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| — I feel you, son. |
| (laughs)
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| — For real, yo!
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| — Yo, son, fuck it then. |
| Let’s do somethin', man, let’s see some mamis out
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| there!
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| — You know what? |
| Matter of fact, pack the bags…
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| — Aight then!
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| — Start the fucking whip up! |
| I’m outta here, yo, for real!
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| Yo, I hate my job, so I always look to a better day
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| Far from New York City on a tropical getaway
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| But not in Miami
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| ‘Cause these white Cuban anti-Castro's can’t stand me
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| And that’s the reason I’ll never win a fixed up Latin Grammy
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| After this racist Latinos’ll goddamn me
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| But my black people love me
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| And when I go to South America, people be tryna hug me
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| ‘Cause I talk about reality that effects them
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| And even though I blew up I could never neglect them
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| What kind of a revolutionary action would that be?
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| I be categorizing practically every other MC
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| But never that, ‘cause I’m clever with facts, sever your raps
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| Fake players and thugs will forever be whack
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| I’m still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped
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| And even if I get killed I’ll inevitably be back
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| Encyclopedia Hispanica over digital dat
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| Don’t ever compare me with small-minded criminal cats
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| I kill kids on tracks, like Dale Earnhardt
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| Spit in your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark
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| I was born a genius, but I learned to be street smart
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| My vacation just started, I’m out to the Caribbean
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| Swimmin' in Dominican women the color of cinnamon
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| You mothafuckers wish you had the lifestyle I’m livin' in
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| East Coast to West Coast and everything in between
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| This is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams
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| This ghetto fabulous life really ain’t what it seems
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| But I’ma make it, ‘cause I got survival stuck in my genes
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| Word up (Word!) Immoral Technique
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| Representing Harlem
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| All the way out to my fam, in Englewood
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| I’m out, mothafucker! |
| (Laughs the ghetto way, nigga!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Getaway , by - Immortal Technique. Song from the album Revolutionary Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп