38 thoughts on “Immortal Technique – Industrial Revolution

  1. Unity among the poor regardless of colour or race, if we could achieve that it would be a starting point to be able to destroy the capitalist scum that is destroying the planet.

  2. "if your message ain't shit, fuck the records you sold, cause if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck, it just means a million people are stupid as fuck."
    -Immortal Technique

  3. ENJOY THIS IN THE MEAN TIME **) THINK COMCAST YOU ***WILL THINK DIFFERENT **) !!! APPLE THINK DIFFERENT **) !!!

  4. "The day that each each year is gone, you going with it" . For those of you who think your the top dog.

  5. Here’s a quotable for every single record exec “get yo hands out of my pocket Nigga” like Malcom X

  6. And fuck packing grams, nigga. 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 swear these are the type of lyrics the youth should be hearing. Not all these retards talking about lean and oxys.

  7. [Intro]

    Yeah, nigga. Immortal Technique. Metaphysics

    [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 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

    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 faggots

    I've been nice since niggas 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

    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 fucking treacherous bitches!

    [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, nigga. Industrial revolution

    [Verse 2]

    I want fifty-three million dollars for my calloused hands

    Like the Bush administration gave to the Taliban

    And fuck packing grams, nigga. 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 fashion

    Intoxicated off the flow like thug's passion

    You motherfuckers will never get me to stop blasting

    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 shit, fuck 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 fuck

    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 fucking body rotting for the roaches and crickets

    [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, nigga. Industrial revolution

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