Shuffle Song Of The Day (11/6/18): “Leaving The Past” By Immortal Technique

“Leaving The Past” is song by Immortal Technique from his 2003 album Revolutionary Vol. 2. This song is filled with a lot of cool punchlines and hypothetical statements over a cool guitar sample, so it’s tough to hate a combination like that. The term revolutionary makes a lot of sense in the album title, because that’s exactly what Immortal Technique considers himself and subsequently is. Anybody who is familiar with his music knows that he’s pretty underground and tends to write about a lot of forgotten historical events and revolutionary ideas that break away from the norm. Most of the time it’s cool, but other times he tries too hard to be the woke political guy, and he ends up being a couple lines away from sounding like he’s about to get on his knees and suck Che Guevara’s dick while wiping his ass with an American flag. That’s just my opinion, and he’s still a great rapper, so I don’t really give a shit about it too much. If you aren’t familiar with Immortal Technique check him out further, this album in particular. As for this blog, I’m leaving it in the past.


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LYRICS

They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it

Reality is nourishment, but people don’t believe it

I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic

its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it

But this is for the paraplegics, people dreamin’ of runnin’

ladies married to men who don’t please’em dreamin’ of cummin’

verbally murderous like David Berkowitz when I’m gunnin

Some cowards on the internet didn’t think I would sell

scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell

and couldn’t understand the pain of being stuck in a cell

Hell is not a place you go if you’re not a Christian

it’s the failure of your life’s greatest ambition

It’s a bad decision to blindly follow any religion

I don’t see the difference in between the wrong and the wrong

Soldiers emptyin’ the clips at little kids and they moms

I’m just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb

Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong

by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong

Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin’ a song

I’m not controversial, I’m just speakin’ the facts

Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back

and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack

And since life is a gamble like the craps tables at Vegas

I freestyle my destiny, it’s not written in pages

I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be

as if our peoples’ history started with slavery

Painfully I discovered the shit they kept a secret

this is the exodus like the black Jews out of Egypt

I keep it reality based with the music I make

blow up the truth to your face with the style I run wit’

like the navy missiles that shot down flight 800

I’m like the Africans who came here before Columbus

and from the 15hundreds until after the model

I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow

You see the spaniards never left después de Colón

and if you don’t believe me, you can click on Univision

I never seen so much racism in all of my life

every program and newscast, all of them white

It’s like apartheid with 10 percent ruling the rest

that type of stress will make me put the fucking tool to your chest

Step in my way nigga, I wouldn’t wanna be ya

I burn slow like pissing drunk with gonnorrhea

I’ll do a free show in North Korea, burning the flag

while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag

Tryin’ to confuse you, makin’ it hard to follow this:

capitalism and democracy are not synonymous

You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill

sellin’ your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill

But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin’ the past

like an abused wife with the kids, leavin’ your ass

Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin’ the stash

unbreakable Technique leavin’ the plane crash

I’m out with the black box and I refuse to return

I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn

and I refuse to be concerned with condescending advice

cuz I’m the only motherfucker that can change my life

Some people think I won’t make it

but I know that I will

Escape the emptiness

cuz that shit is slow and it kills

the flow and the skill

I made y’all believe that it last

You can make the future

but it starts with leaving the past

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