Industrial Revolution - Immortal Technique

Yeah ni**a Immortal Technique metaphysics

The bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done

I leave you 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 wanna percent of asscap

Trying to control perspective like an acid flashback

But here's a quotable for every single record exec

"get your f**king hands out my pocket ni**a" 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 you to your own destruction like sparking a fiend

'Cause you got jealousy in you voice like star scream

And that's the primary reason that I hate you faggots

I've been nice since niggas got killed over 8-ball jackets

And Reebok Pumps that didn't do sh*t 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 small pox

Your all getting shot you little f**king treacherous b**ches

This is the business and you all 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 ni**a industrial revolution

I want fifty three million dollars for my collar stand

Like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban

And f**k packing grams ni**a 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 the glasses

I burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards

Innocent deep in a casket Colombian fashion

Intoxicated off the flow like thugs passion

You motherf**kers will never get me to stop blastin'

Your better off asking Ariel Sharon for compassion

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 sh*t f**k 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 f**k

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**king body rotten for the roaches and crickets

This is the business and you all 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 ni**a industrial revolution