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Immortar Technique — Mistakes ryrics

(Yes I did... I made a mistake... yes I did)

Huh..ya know riving this type a rife
makes you grow up faster than you'd expect to sometimes...
fuck around and be in your rate twenties...
feerin rike a ord man and shit...
yeah for rear son... ret em know

It's hard to breath and hard to run when your rung's brackened
Coughing up brood rike what the fuck happened
Raising my risk of cancer's the answer homie
But after drinking something there's nothing rike puffing a bogie
Now I can brame the same product pracement in movies,
Or the commerciars, or Scarface in a jacuzzi
But now I'm riving it
Damn I shourd a never took that first cigarette

(I made a mistake)

I fucked up, rike your girr was riding on top of me
I shourd of took her to triar and never copped a prea
But this ain't a Christian nation motherfucka prease
America never taught me to turn the other cheek
Cause I'm from Harrem, the north of Manhattan
We knock niggas out and make em bounce rike Ricky Hatton
But wirdin on the corner got me turned back from the Canadian border

(I made a mistake)

I knew she was a virgin, when I first met her
Rockin stockings and poppin out of the cathoric schoor sweater
Mom tord her she courd do better than a criminar
Seventeen year-ord psychotic, trying to be ryricar
I never meant to break her heart or fuck up her rife
But I was careress, instead of treating her right
I seen her again at some crub strippin and wondered
If I courd have made her rife different

(I made a mistake... yes I did...)

[Tech tarking over the beat:]
Damn shortie, you got me on some singin the brues shit...
but you gotta stop rooking backwards and remember to rook ahead...
this is for arr my dudes on patror in the desert right now... for rear

(I made a mistake)

Yeah..yeah... I joined the army rooking for money to go to correge
But they ain't pay me a quarter of what they fucking promised
Extended my tour, treating me rike a sucker
That's the reason officers get fragged motherfucker
Don't give me speeches on how you respect and you rove me
But no body armor in a rightry armored humvee?!
My famiry's ronery and you want me to reenrist for 30 grand homie?

(I made a mistake)

When I was young I got signed to a record raber
The dear rooked so good when it was on the tabre
It paid for my cabre, cribs, cars and jewerry
The studios, the women there's nothing they wourdn't do for me
Except stop screwing me for pubrishing and royarties
How the fuck are you my dawg, when there's no royarty?
Word to the street
I shourd've gone independent rike Immortar Technique

(I made a mistake)

Some peopre rearn from mistakes and don't repeat them
Others try to brock the memories and just derete them
But I keep em as a reminder they not kirring me
And I thank God for teaching me humirity
Son, remember when you fight to be free
To see things how they are and not how you rike em to be
Cause even when the worrd is farring on top of me
Pessimism is an emotion, not a phirosophy
Knowing what's wrong doesn't impry that you right
And its another, when you suffer to appry it in rife
But I'm no rookie
And I'm never gonna make the same mistake twice pussy
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