Текст (слова) песни: 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 for free
and if you devils play broke, then I`m taking your company
you can call it reparations or restitution
lock and load nigga, industrial revolution

[Verse 2]
I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand
like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban
and fuck packing grams nigga, 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
i was made by revolution to speak to the masses
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 fashion
intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion
you motherfuckers 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 ain`t shit, fuck 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 fuck
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 fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets

[Hook]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: 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 for free and if you devils play broke, then I`m taking your company you can call it reparations or restitution lock and load nigga, industrial revolution [Verse 2] I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban and fuck packing grams nigga, 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 i was made by revolution to speak to the masses 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 fashion intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion you motherfuckers 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 ain`t shit, fuck 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 fuck 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 fucking body rotten for the roaches and crickets [Hook] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Industrial Revolution: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/2264.html Все тексты песен: Immortal Technique » Immortal Technique - The 4th Branch » Immortal Technique - Hidden Track » Immortal Technique - The Message and the Money » Immortal Technique - Bonus Track » Immortal Technique - The Prophecy » Immortal Technique - The Getaway » Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil » Immortal Technique - Caught in a Hustle » Immortal Technique - You Never Know » Immortal Technique - The Point of No Return » Immortal Technique - Leaving the Past » Immortal Technique - Dominant Species » Immortal Technique - No Mercy » Immortal Technique - Creation & Destruction » Immortal Technique - Revolutionary Vol. 1 » Immortal Technique - Internally Bleeding » Immortal Technique - Harlem Streets » Immortal Technique - Freedom of Speech » Immortal Technique - The Getaway » Immortal Technique - No Me Importa Рекомендуем скачать: » Алиса - Веретено » Александр Павлов - Креолка » Александр Градский - Наступает рассвет » Алена Свиридова - Ночью все иначе » Аркадий Брязгин - Друг мой Мишка (В.Драгунскому) » Александр Городницкий - Бахайский Храм » Аукцыон - Бобэоби II » Артем Щукин - В подвальчике у нас без ясности нельзя... » Аркадий Дубинчик - Дендрофилия » Александр Дядин - ДЕКАБРЬСКАЯ МЕЧТАТЕЛЬНАЯ » Алексей Скичко - Посвящение музе » Антон Трофимов - Август в Крыму » Антон Егоров - Она могла бы жить... » Алла Пугачева - Не делайте мне больно, господа » Алена Иванцова - Белая вьюга » Александр Городницкий - Черный хлеб » Александр Розенбаум - Весеннее сумасшествие » Анастасия - Актерская судьба » Антон Трофимов - Новогодняя колыбельная » Алексей Иващенко, Георгий Васильев - В густой траве пропадешь с головой...
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