Immortal Technique Getaway Lyrics:
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 categorized with practically every other emcee
But never that 'cause I'm clever with facts
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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 inevitably be back
Encyclopedia Hispanic 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 color 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]
Lyrics: Getaway, Immortal Technique [end]