Il testo della Getaway

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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