Immortal Technique — The Getaway

[Intro: Immortal Technique + Friend] — Yo, yo, son, give me that newspaper! — Yeah, aight, here you go! — Man, I hate this one, yo. You know, the post is always on some bias racist bullshit, man. Word, I mean, on The Daily News… — (Laughs) Word, I feel you… — They ridiculous, man. Times are better, but they still on some bullshit! — (Laughs) I know that, man. (Hiss) — Another nigga killed by these fucking cops, yo! — What? Word? Psh… — See, that's why I gotta get the fuck outta here, man. I need some peace. I need something like that or I'ma just start blastin' these fucking pigs, man! — I feel you, son. (laughs) — For real, yo! — Yo, son, fuck it then. Let's do somethin', man, let's see some mamis out there! — You know what? Matter of fact, pack the bags… — Aight then! — Start the fucking whip up! I'm outta here, yo, for real! [Verse: Immortal Technique] Yo, I hate my job, so I always look to a better day Far from New York City on a tropical getaway But not in Miami ‘Cause these white Cuban anti-Castro's can't stand me And that's the reason I'll never win a fixed up Latin Grammy After this racist Latinos'll goddamn me But my black people love me And when I go to South America, people be tryna hug me ‘Cause I talk about reality that effects them And even though I blew up I could never neglect them What kind of a revolutionary action would that be? I be categorizing practically every other MC But never that, ‘cause I'm clever with facts, sever your raps Fake players and thugs will forever be whack I'm still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped And even if I get killed I'll inevitably be back Encyclopedia Hispanica over digital dat Don't ever compare me with small-minded criminal cats I kill kids on tracks, like Dale Earnhardt Spit in your face and leave your cheekbone with a burn mark I was born a genius, but I learned to be street smart My vacation just started, I'm out to the Caribbean Swimmin' in Dominican women the color of cinnamon You mothafuckers wish you had the lifestyle I'm livin' in [Hook: Immortal Technique] East Coast to West Coast and everything in between This is dedicated to everybody chasing their dreams This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it seems But I'ma make it, ‘cause I got survival stuck in my genes [Outro: Immortal Technique] Word up (Word!) Immoral Technique Representing Harlem All the way out to my fam, in Englewood I'm out, mothafucker! (Laughs the ghetto way, nigga!)