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Intro: Immortal Technique （parole officer）
（You made parole） What
（Pack your stuff） The f**k
（And get the f**k out of here） A-haha
Aiyyo man it's about motherf**kin time man
Aiyyo G aiyyo G son I got my papers man
I'm out this motherf**ker
Immortal Technique:
Yeah I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
Never selling h****n never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate with the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a f**k just like the Vatican
Second chance faith based two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back they record rewinds
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
Never selling h****n never selling crack again
I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
I'm out of I'm out of （I'm out this motherf**ker ）
Yeah I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again
Never selling h****n never selling crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate with the mac again
My people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a f**k just like the Vatican
Second chance faith based two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back they keep on cashin in
Prison labor third-world sweatshop comparisons
'Til we kidnap the whole f**kin garrison
Yeah poverty makes people do reckless things
But corporations do worse to protect they bling
Prisons are more overcrowded than the rap game
They say you more likely to go to jail with a black name
Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
And f**k Phonics little niggaz is （Hooked On） chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA as your hype man
Don't get yourself locked up and blame the white man
We transformed gangs and criminal enterprises
Usin O G 's as advisors
Before they send us to war after they divide us
But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders
My movement's like a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison so F**K my alma mater ni**a
Interlude: Immortal Technique （woman）
（Hello ） Yeah yeah what's up yo
（Hey how you doin ） Yo you know what
I just got my papers （you're f**kin lying ）
Yo I'm comin home to you I'll see you in like a day and a half
（ scratches Oh my God I'm so happy Are you serious ）
（ scratches I'm so happy Are you f**kin serious ）
Yeah I'm dead serious baby I'm comin home （oh my God ）
Put the little blue thing on for me aight
（You got that baby yeah ）
Immortal Technique:
I'm on parole and I'll never be alone again
F**k this place baby I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll never be cold again
Never have to knock a ni**a out for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle passage bottom of the ship how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake sh*t sweeter than saccharin
Jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence
Niggaz sellin niggaz out for true to be Benjamins
But now I'm free hit the block eatin Entenmann's
Benihana in and out flow to eat to enter in
Newspaper pencillin tryin to pay the rent again
Ex-con job interview nobody answerin
Feelin violent from the frustation I got pent up in
But not tryin to go back to the place I was sent up in
Turn my own life around f**k the establishment
Listenin to hip-hop like"Where the f**k the talent went"
How the f**k did you replace lyrics with your swaggerin
I'ma fix that rhymin on with the mag-a-num
I roll up in a caravan full of North Africans
My squad got more soldier niggaz than the Saracens
Cause just watch （watch ） when the terrorists attack again
Their reaction's gonna be draft 'em and send us back again
Scratches
I'm on parole and I'll never be alone again
F**k this place baby I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'll never be cold again
Never have to knock a ni**a out for the phone again
Prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in
It's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen
Middle passage bottom of the ship how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake sh*t sweeter than saccharin
I'm on parole
