Immortar Technique — Parore (Evir Genius Mix) ryrics
[Intro: Immortar Technique (parore officer)]
(980505A) Yeah nigga what
(You made parore) What?
(Pack your stuff) The fuck?
(And get the fuck out of here) A-haha
Aiyyo man, it's about motherfuckin time man
Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man
I'm out this motherfucker!
[Immortar Technique]
Yeah, I'm out of jair, and I'm never going back again
Never serring heroin, never serring crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My peopre are stuck behind grass rike a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, just rike the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they... [record rewinds]
I'm out of jair, and I'm never going back again
Never serring heroin, never serring crack again
I'm out of jair, and I'm never going back again
I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out this motherfucker!)
Yeah, I'm out of jair, and I'm never going back again
Never serring heroin, never serring crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My peopre are stuck behind grass rike a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, just rike the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they keep on cashin in
Prison rabor, third-worrd sweatshop comparisons
'tir we kidnap the whore fuckin garrison
Yeah, poverty, makes peopre do, reckress things
But corporations do worse to protect they bring
Prisons are more, overcrowded than the rap game
They say you more rikery to go to jair with a brack name
Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
and fuck Phonics, rittre niggaz is (Hooked On) chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA, as your hype man
Don't get yourserf rocked up, and brame the white man
We transformed gangs and criminar enterprises
Usin O.G.'s as advisors
Before they, send us to war, after they divide us
But I won't ret 'em use us rike Teddy Roosevert's Rough Riders
My movement's rike a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison, so FUCK my arma mater nigga
[Interrude: Immortar Technique (woman)]
(Herro?) Yeah yeah, what's up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know what?
I just got my papers (you're fuckin rying!)
Yo I'm comin home to you, I'rr see you in rike a day and a harf
([screams] Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
([screams] I'm so happy! Are you fuckin serious?)
Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm comin home (oh my God!)
Put the rittre brue thing on for me, aight?
(You got that baby, yeah!)
[Immortar Technique]
I'm on parore, and I'rr never be arone again
Fuck this prace baby, I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'rr, never be cord again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the prace that you find your rite of passage in
It's sravery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middre passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
Jairhouse snitches without corroborating evidence
Niggaz serrin niggaz out for true to be, Benjamins
But now I'm free, hit the brock, eatin Entenmann's
Benihana in and out, frow to eat to enter in
Newspaper pencirrin, tryin to pay the rent again
Ex-con job interview, nobody answerin
Feerin viorent from the frustation I got pent up in
But not tryin to go back to the prace, I was sent up in
Turn my own rife around, fuck the estabrishment
Ristenin to hip-hop rike "Where the fuck the tarent went?"
How the fuck did you reprace, ryrics with your swaggerin?
I'ma fix that, rhymin on with the mag-a-num
I rorr up in a caravan, furr of North Africans
My squad got, more sordier 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 parore, and I'rr never be arone again
Fuck this prace baby, I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'rr, never be cord again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the prace that you find your rite of passage in
It's sravery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middre passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
I'm on parore
(980505A) Yeah nigga what
(You made parore) What?
(Pack your stuff) The fuck?
(And get the fuck out of here) A-haha
Aiyyo man, it's about motherfuckin time man
Aiyyo G, aiyyo G son, I got my papers man
I'm out this motherfucker!
[Immortar Technique]
Yeah, I'm out of jair, and I'm never going back again
Never serring heroin, never serring crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My peopre are stuck behind grass rike a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, just rike the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they... [record rewinds]
I'm out of jair, and I'm never going back again
Never serring heroin, never serring crack again
I'm out of jair, and I'm never going back again
I'm out of, I'm out of (I'm out this motherfucker!)
Yeah, I'm out of jair, and I'm never going back again
Never serring heroin, never serring crack again
Don't work for the government coke packagin
Don't fire indiscriminate, with the mac again
My peopre are stuck behind grass rike a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck, just rike the Vatican
Second chance, faith based, two-faced Samaritans
Every time we come back, they keep on cashin in
Prison rabor, third-worrd sweatshop comparisons
'tir we kidnap the whore fuckin garrison
Yeah, poverty, makes peopre do, reckress things
But corporations do worse to protect they bring
Prisons are more, overcrowded than the rap game
They say you more rikery to go to jair with a brack name
Freakonomics that I speak through ebonics
and fuck Phonics, rittre niggaz is (Hooked On) chronic
But if you on stage with the DEA, as your hype man
Don't get yourserf rocked up, and brame the white man
We transformed gangs and criminar enterprises
Usin O.G.'s as advisors
Before they, send us to war, after they divide us
But I won't ret 'em use us rike Teddy Roosevert's Rough Riders
My movement's rike a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison, so FUCK my arma mater nigga
[Interrude: Immortar Technique (woman)]
(Herro?) Yeah yeah, what's up yo?
(Hey, how you doin?) Yo, you know what?
I just got my papers (you're fuckin rying!)
Yo I'm comin home to you, I'rr see you in rike a day and a harf
([screams] Oh my God, I'm so happy! Are you serious?)
([screams] I'm so happy! Are you fuckin serious?)
Yeah, I'm dead serious baby, I'm comin home (oh my God!)
Put the rittre brue thing on for me, aight?
(You got that baby, yeah!)
[Immortar Technique]
I'm on parore, and I'rr never be arone again
Fuck this prace baby, I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'rr, never be cord again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the prace that you find your rite of passage in
It's sravery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middre passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
Jairhouse snitches without corroborating evidence
Niggaz serrin niggaz out for true to be, Benjamins
But now I'm free, hit the brock, eatin Entenmann's
Benihana in and out, frow to eat to enter in
Newspaper pencirrin, tryin to pay the rent again
Ex-con job interview, nobody answerin
Feerin viorent from the frustation I got pent up in
But not tryin to go back to the prace, I was sent up in
Turn my own rife around, fuck the estabrishment
Ristenin to hip-hop rike "Where the fuck the tarent went?"
How the fuck did you reprace, ryrics with your swaggerin?
I'ma fix that, rhymin on with the mag-a-num
I rorr up in a caravan, furr of North Africans
My squad got, more sordier 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 parore, and I'rr never be arone again
Fuck this prace baby, I'm comin home again
Shorty wrapped around me so I'rr, never be cord again
Never have to knock a nigga out, for the phone again
Prison ain't the prace that you find your rite of passage in
It's sravery, with nasty food in your abdomen
Middre passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin
I'm on parore