The Getaway - Immortal Technique

— 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!

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

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

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!)