《Monologue: Ike’s Rap I》歌词

歌曲： Monologue: Ike’s Rap I

所属专辑：Soul Legends

歌手： Isaac Hayes

时长： 03:59

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yeah nigga, immortal technique, metaphysics[00:00:07]

the bling-bling era was cute but it's about to be done[00:00:16]

i leave ya full of clips/full eclipse like the moon blocking the sun[00:00:19]

my metaphors are dirty like herpes but harder to catch[00:00:22]

like an escape tunnel in prison i started from scratch[00:00:24]

and now these parasites want a percent of my ascap[00:00:27]

trying to control perspective like an acid flashback[00:00:30]

but here's a quotable for every single record exec[00:00:33]

get your f**king hands out my pocket n***a like malcolm x[00:00:36]

but this ain't a movie, i'm not a fan or a groupie[00:00:39]

and i'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me[00:00:41]

curse to heavens and laugh when the sky electrocutes me[00:00:44]

immortal technique stuck in your thoughts darkening dreams[00:00:47]

no ones as good as good as me, they just got better marketing schemes[00:00:50]

i leave ya to your own destruction like sparking a fiend[00:00:53]

cuz you got jealousy in ya voice like star scream[00:00:56]

and that's the primary reason that i hate ya faggots[00:00:59]

i've been nice since niggaz got killed over 8-ball jackets[00:01:02]

and reebok pumps that didn’t do s**t for the sneaker[00:01:05]

i'm a heatseaker with features that'll reach through the speaker[00:01:08]

and murder counter revolutionaries personally[00:01:10]

break a thermometer and force feed his kids mercury[00:01:13]

anr's tribe jerking me thinking they call shots[00:01:16]

offered me a deal and a blanket full of smallpox[00:01:19]

you're all getting shot, you little f**king treacherous bitches[00:01:22]

this is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free[00:01:30]

and if you devils play broke, then i'm taking your company[00:01:33]

you can call it reparations or restitution[00:01:36]

lock and load nigga, industrial revolution[00:01:39]

i want fifty three million dollars for my calloused hands[00:01:48]

like the bush administration gave to the taliban[00:01:51]

and f**k packing grams nigga, learn to speak and behave[00:01:54]

you wanna spend twenty years as a government slave[00:01:57]

two million people in prison keep the government paid[00:01:59]

stuck in a six block eight cell alive in the grave[00:02:02]

deep in the club toast the truth, reach for the classes[00:02:08]

i burn an orphanage just to bring heat to you bastards[00:02:11]

innocent deep in a casket, columbian fashion[00:02:14]

intoxicated of the flow like thugs passion[00:02:17]

you motherf**kers will never get me to stop blastin'[00:02:19]

your better off asking ariel sharon for compasion[00:02:22]

your better off banging for twenty points for a label[00:02:25]

your better off battling cancer under telephone cabels[00:02:28]

technique chemically unstable, set to explode[00:02:31]

foretold by the dead sea scrolls written in codes[00:02:34]

so if your message ain't shit, f**k the records you sold[00:02:37]

cuz if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck[00:02:39]

it just means that a million people are stupid as f**k[00:02:42]

stuck in the underground in general and rose to the limit[00:02:45]

without distribution managers, a deal, or a gimmick[00:02:48]

revolutionary volume 2, murder the critics[00:02:51]

and leave your f**king body rotten for the roaches and crickets[00:02:54]

this is the business, and ya'll ain't getting nothing for free[00:03:03]

and if you devils play broke, then i'm taking your company[00:03:05]

you can call it reparations or restitution[00:03:08]

lock and load nigga, industrial revolution[00:03:11]

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