Parole (Evil Genius Remix)

歌詞

(Parole Officer) (980505A) yeahh nigga what (you made parole) what? (pack your stuff) the fuck? (and get the fuck out of here) ahaha ayo man, its about motherfucking time man ayo g, ayo g, son, i got my papers man I'm out this motherfucker I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again never selling heroin, never selling crack again don't work for the government coke packaging don't fire indiscriminate with the Mac again my people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin they pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican second chance, faith based, two faced, samaritans everytime we come back, they... I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again never selling heroin, never selling crack again I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again I'm outta, I'm outta, (I'm out this motherfucker!) I'm out of jail and I'm never going back again never selling heroin, never selling crack again don't work for the government coke packaging don't fire indiscriminate with the Mac again my people are stuck behind glass like a mannequin they pretend to give a fuck, just like the Vatican second chance, faith based, two faced, samaritans everytime we come back, they keep on cashing in prison labor, third world sweatshop comparisons till we kidnap the whole fucking garrison yeah, poverty makes people do reckless things but corporations do worse to protect they bling prisons are more overcrowded than the rap game they say you are more likely to go to jail with a black name freakonomics that I speak through ebonics and fuck phonics, little niggas is hooked on chronic but if you on stage with the DEA as your hype man don't get yourself locked up and blame the white man we transformed gangs and criminal enterprises using OGs as advisors before they send us to war after they divide us but I won't let them use us like Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders my movement's like a jujitsu kata i graduated outta prison, so fuck my alma mater, nigga (caller) (hello) yeah yeah whats up yo? (hey, how you doin'?) yo you know what I just got my papers (you're fuckin' lying!) yo I'm coming home to you I'll see you in like a day and a half (*screams* oh my god, i'm so happy, are you fuckin' serious?) yeah I'm dead serious baby, I'm coming home (oh my god!) put the little blue thing on for me, aight? (you got that baby! yea) I'm on parole and I'll never be alone again fuck this place baby, I'm coming home again shorty wrapped around me, so I'll never be cold again never have to knock a nigga out for the phone again prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in it's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack 'em in perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin jailhouse snitches without corroborating evidence niggas selling niggas out for two to three benjamins but now I'm free, hit the block eating Entenmann's Benihana in and out, flow for me to enter in newspaper pencillin', trying to pay the rent again ex-con job interview, nobody answering feeling violent from the frustation I got pent up in but not trying to go back to the place i was sent up in turn my own life around, fuck the establishment listening to hip hop like where the fuck the talent went? how the fuck did you replace lyrics with your swaggerin'? i'ma fix that rhymin on with the magnum I roll up in a caravan, full of north africans my squad got more soldier niggas than the saracens cos just watch when the terrorists attack again their reaction's gonna be draft us and send us back again I'm on parole, and i'll never be alone again, fuck this place baby, I'm coming home again. shorty's wrapped around me, so i never be cold again. never have to knock a nigga out for the phone again. prison ain't the place that you find your rite of passage in, it's slavery with nasty food in your abdomen. Middle passage, bottom of the ship, how they pack em in. perpetrators on some fake shit, sweeter than saccharin>