Parole (Exclusive Snippet) chords and lyrics - IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE

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[Verse 1]
[C](980505A) Yeah nigga what
(You made parole) What?
(Pack your stuff) The fuck?
(And get the fuck out of here) A-
ha ha
Hey yo man, it's about [Fm]motherfuckin'
time man
Hey yo G, hey yo G son,
[C]I got my papers man
I'm out this motherfucker!

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm [C]out of jail, and
I'm never going back again
Never selling heroin,
never selling crack again
Don't work for [F]the government
coke packagin
[Fm]Don't fire indiscriminate,
[C]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, [Fm]faith based,
two- faced Samaritans
Every time [C]we come
back, they... [record rewinds]
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 out of,
[Fm]I'm out of (I'm out this motherfucker!)

[Verse 3]
[C]Yeah, I'm out of jail,
and I'm never going back again
Never selling heroin,
[Fm]never selling crack again
[C]Don't work for the government
coke packagin'
Don't fire indiscrimin[Fm]ate,
with the [F]mac again
[C]My people are stuck behind
glass like a mannequin
They pretend to give a fuck,
[F]just like [Fm]the Vatican
[C]Second chance, faith based,
two- faced Samaritans
Every time we come back,
they [Fm]keep on cashin' in
[C]Prison labor,
third- world sweatshop comparisons
'til we kidnap the whole
[Fm]fuckin' garrison
[C]Yeah, poverty, makes people do,
reckless things
But corporations do [Fm]worse
to protect they bling
[C]Prisons are more,
overcrowded than the rap game
They say you more likely to go to [Fm]jail
with a black [C]name
Freakonomics that I speak through Ebonics
And fuck Phonics, little niggas [Fm]is
[F](Hooked On)chronic
But if [C]you on stage with the DEA,
as your hype man
Don't get yourself locked [Fm]up,
and blame [C]the white man
We transformed gangs and
criminal enterprises
Usin' [Fm]O.G.'s as advisers
Before [C]they, send us to war,
after they divide us
But I won't let 'em use us like Teddy
[Fm]Roosevelt's Rough Rider[C]s
My movement's like a jujitsu kata
I graduated outta prison,
[Fm]so fuck my alma mater nigga
[C]

[Verse 4]
(Hello?) Yeah yeah,
what's up yo?
[Fm](Hey, how you doin'?) Yo,
you know what?
[C]I just got my papers (you're
fuckin' lying!)
Yo I'm comin' home to you,
I'll see [F]you in like a day and a half
(Oh my God, I'm so [C]happy!
Are you serious?)
(I'm so [Fm]happy! Are you
fuckin' serious?)
Yeah, I'm dead seri[C]ous baby,
I'm comin' home (oh my God!)
Put the little blue thing on for me, aight?
[Fm](You got that baby[F], yeah[C]!)

[Verse 5]
I'm on parole, [C]and
I'll never be [Db]alone again
[C]Fuck this [Gm]place baby,
[Fm]I'm comin' home again
[C]Shorty wrapped around me so
I'll, never be cold again
Never have to [Gm]knock a nigga [Fm]out,
for the phone again
[C]Prison ain't the place that you find
your right of passage in
It's slavery,
[Fm]with nasty food in your abdomen
[C]Middle passage, bottom of the ship,
how they pack 'em in
Perpetrators on some fake
[Fm]shit, sweeter than saccharin
[C]Jailhouse snitches without
corroborating evidence
Niggas sellin' niggas out for [Fm]true to be,
Benjamins
[C]But now I'm free, hit the block,
eatin' Entenmann's
Benihana in and out,
[Fm]flow to eat to enter in
[C]Newspaper penicillin, tryin
to pay the rent again
Ex- con job inter[Fm]view, nobody
answerin'
[C]Feelin violent from the
frustation' I got pent up in
But not tryin' to go back to the [Fm]place,
I was sent up in
[C]Turn my own life around,
fuck the establishment
Listenin' to hip- hop [Fm]like "Where the
fuck the talent went?"
[C]How the fuck did you replace,
lyrics with your swaggerin'
I'm a fix that,
[Fm]rhymin' on with the mag- a- num
[C]I roll up in a caravan,
full of North Africans
My squad got,
[Fm]more soldier niggas than the Saracens
[C]Cause just watch (watch!) when
the terrorists attack again
Their reaction's gonna [Fm]be draft
'em and send us back again

[Verse 6]
[Cm]I'm on par[C]ole,
and I'll never be [Db]alone again
[C]Fuck this [Gm]place baby,
[Fm]I'm comin' home again
[C]Shorty wrapped around me so I'll,
never be [Db]cold again
[C]Never have [Gm]to knock a nigga [Fm]out,
for the phone again
[Cm]Prison ain't the place that you [C]find
your right of passage in
It's slavery,
[Gm]with nasty [Fm]food in your abdomen
[C]Middle passage, [Cm]bottom of the [C]ship,
how they [Db]pack 'em in
[C]Perpetrator[Gm]s on some fake [Fm]shit,
sweeter than saccharin
I'm on parole