Getaway Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 1 - Immortal Technique

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-Castros can't stand me// 

That's the reason I'll never win a fixed up latin grammy// 

After this racist latinos will god damn me// 

But my black people love me// 

And when i go to South America people try to hug me 

Cause I talk about reality that effects them// 

And even though I blew up I could never neglect them// 

What kind of revolutionary action would that be// 

I'd be catogorized with practically every other emcee// 

But never that 'cause I'm clever with facts// 

Sever your raps, fake players and thugs will forever be wack// 

I'm still rollin' with my squadron heavily strapped// 

And even if I get killed I'll inevitibly be back// 

Encyclopedia hispanica over digital debt// 

Don't ever compare me to small minded criminal kats// 

I kill kids on tracks like Dale Earnhart// 

Spit on 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// 

Swimming in dominican women the colour of cinnamon// 

You motherfuckers wish you had the life style I'm living in// 

[East coast to west coast and everything stuck 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] 

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