[00:00.00] 作词 : Felipe Coronel
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Felipe Coronel
[00:04.67](Intro)
[00:07.29]Yeah, mother****ers. Immortal Technique. Metaphysic
[00:14.63]
[00:15.68](Verse 1)
[00:16.20]The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done
[00:19.10]I leave you full of clips like the Moon blocking the Sun
[00:21.96]My metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch
[00:24.73]Like an escape tunnel in prison, I started from scratch
[00:27.65]And now these parasites want a percent of my ASCAP
[00:30.62]Trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
[00:33.39]But here's a quotable for every single record exec
[00:36.24]Get your ****ing hands out my pocket, mother****er!" like Malcolm
[00:39.30]But this ain’t a movie. I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not
[00:42.33]The type of cat you can afford to miss if you shoot me
[00:44.82]Curse the Heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me
[00:47.68]Immortal Technique stuck in your thoughts, darkening dreams
[00:50.49]No one's as good as me. They just got better marketing schemes
[00:53.29]I'll lead you to your own destruction like sparking a fiend
[00:56.16]'Cause you got jealousy in your voice like Starscream
[00:59.33]And that's the primary reason that I hate y'all mother****er
[01:02.03]I've been nice since mother****ers got killed over 8-ball jacket
[01:04.87]And Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the sneake
[01:07.78]I'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker
[01:10.58]And murder counter-revolutionaries personally
[01:13.49]Break a thermometer and force-feed his kids mercury
[01:16.30]A&R's tried jerking me, thinking they call shots
[01:19.21]Offered me a deal and a blanket full of smallpox
[01:22.12]You're all getting shot, you little ****ing treacherous a*****es
[01:25.01]
[01:28.27](Hook)
[01:30.29]This is the business, and y'all ain’t getting nothing for free
[01:33.84]And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
[01:36.76]You could call it reparations or restitution
[01:39.51]Lock and load, mother****ers. Industrial revolutio
[01:42.54]
[01:47.96](Verse 2)
[01:48.00]I want fifty-three million dollars for my calloused hands
[01:51.18]Like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
[01:53.89]And mother****ers packing grams, mother****ers. Learn to speak and behave
[01:56.85]You want to spend twenty years as a government slave?
[01:59.61]Two million people in prison keep the government paid
[02:02.37]Stuck in a six by eight cell alive in the grave
[02:05.34]I was made by revolution to speak to the masses
[02:08.24]Deep in the club, toast the truth. Reach for your glasses
[02:11.31]I'll burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards
[02:14.02]Innocent deep in a casket—Colombian fa*************on
[02:16.87]Intoxicated off the flow like thug's passion
[02:19.74]You mother****ers will never get me to stop blastin
[02:22.65]You're better off asking Ariel Sharon for compassion
[02:25.30]You're better off begging for twenty points from a label
[02:28.27]You're better off battling cancer under telephone cables
[02:31.17]Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
[02:33.97]Foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in code
[02:36.88]So if your message ain’t bullshit, mother****er the records you sold
[02:39.65]'Cause if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
[02:42.66]It just means that a million people are stupid as ****
[02:45.38]Stuck in the underground, a general that rose to the limit
[02:48.18]Without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick
[02:51.15]Revolutionary Volume 2 murder the critics
[02:53.96]And leave your ****ing body rotting for the roaches and cricket
[02:56.96]
[02:57.67](Hook)
[03:02.69]This is the business, and y'all ain’t getting nothing for free
[03:05.31]And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
[03:08.34]You could call it reparations or restitution
[03:11.32]Lock and load, mother****ers. Industrial revolutio

作词 : Felipe Coronel
作曲 : Felipe Coronel
(Intro)
Yeah, mother****ers. Immortal Technique. Metaphysic
(Verse 1)
The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done
I leave you full of clips 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 here's a quotable for every single record exec
Get your ****ing hands out my pocket, mother****er!" like Malcolm
But this ain’t a movie. I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not
The 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 one's as good as me. They just got better marketing schemes
I'll lead you to your own destruction like sparking a fiend
'Cause you got jealousy in your voice like Starscream
And that's the primary reason that I hate y'all mother****er
I've been nice since mother****ers got killed over 8-ball jacket
And Reebok Pumps that didn't do shit for the sneake
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
A&R's tried jerking me, thinking they call shots
Offered me a deal and a blanket full of smallpox
You're all getting shot, you little ****ing treacherous a*****es
(Hook)
This is the business, and y'all ain’t getting nothing for free
And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
You could call it reparations or restitution
Lock and load, mother****ers. Industrial revolutio
(Verse 2)
I want fifty-three million dollars for my calloused hands
Like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
And mother****ers packing grams, mother****ers. Learn to speak and behave
You want to 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 bastards
Innocent deep in a casket—Colombian fa*************on
Intoxicated off the flow like thug's passion
You mother****ers will never get me to stop blastin
You're better off asking Ariel Sharon for compassion
You're better off begging for twenty points from a label
You're better off battling cancer under telephone cables
Technique chemically unstable, set to explode
Foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in code
So if your message ain’t bullshit, mother****er the records you sold
'Cause if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
It just means that a million people are stupid as ****
Stuck in the underground, a general that rose to the limit
Without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick
Revolutionary Volume 2 murder the critics
And leave your ****ing body rotting for the roaches and cricket
(Hook)
This is the business, and y'all ain’t getting nothing for free
And if you devils play broke, then I'm taking your company
You could call it reparations or restitution
Lock and load, mother****ers. Industrial revolutio