Monday, January 07, 2013

Peruvian Cocaine

Artists: Immortal Technique, Pumpkinhead, Diabolic, Tonedeff, Poison Pen, Loucipher, C-Rayz Walz.

Actors: Al Pacino, Johnny Depp, Wesley Snipes, Mario Van Peebles, Ice-T  and others.

Movies: ScarFace, Blow, New Jack City and others.

(Intro: from the film "Scarface"):
Host: I've heard whispers about the financial support 
your government receives from the drug industry. 

uest: Well, the irony of this, of course, is that 
this money, which is in the billions, is coming from 
your country. You see, you are the major purchaser of 
our national product, which is of course cocaine. 

Host: On one hand, you're saying the United States 
government is spending millions of dollars to 
eliminate the flow of drugs onto our streets. At the 
same time, we are doing business with the very same 
government that is flooding our streets with cocaine. 

Guest: Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few other 
characters that are involved in this tragic comedy. 

(Two Men Speaking Spanish):

1st guy: Oye ustedes ahi, ustedes trabajando, sigue trabajando carajo
2nd guy: Oye luis cuando van a terminar?
1st guy: Ahorita
2nd guy: Pero que se apuren los burros, ahorita viene el camion apura dile
1st guy: Ahorita van a venir para recoger los productos, apurate!

(Immortal Technique - Worker):

I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies 
Treated like a slave, the coca fields have to be ready 
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty 
Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete 
But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms 
And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms 
So I pray to Jesucristo when I go to the mission 
Process the cocaine, paced and play my position 

(Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss):

Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my product 
Before we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct 
I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged 
And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad 
So to feed your kids, I need these bricks 
40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I (*sniff*) 
Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue 
And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials 

(Diabolic - Peruvian Leader):

Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest 
Elected by my people...the only one on the ballot 
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate 
And assassinate my predecessor to have his place 
In a third-world fascist state, lock the nation 
With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population 
The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully 
The finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see 

(Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor):

Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown 
It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe 
Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrown 
To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollen 
C'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats 
The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke 
I took a stunted oath to hush the one's who know 
But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough 

(Poison Pen - Drug Dealer):

I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect) 
Plus what's really good, they supply for the hood 
These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior 
Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down) 
My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot? 
Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my yayo
We won't stop for you bastards 
Must choose (?), chop it and bag it 

(Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer):

Taking pictures and tapping phones 
Debating snitches and cracking codes 
Past a couple, blast the fo', 
Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack or blow 
And my overtime is where your taxes go 
I gain your trust 
Get you to hand weight to us because we paid up front 
On the low with cameras taping ya 
Getting pop away? The prison sentence is going to 
Make the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room 

(C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate):

Out the evidence room (*Said with Loucipher*) 
Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching you 
You think you got work? They copping too 
We control blocks, they lock countries 
Ya own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker money 
Now there's players out there, talking 'bout the holding 
With bugs in they house like they down South with windows open 
Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and soon 
Feds will be up in your forks and spoons 
So enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke bread 
Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny Lopez 
In school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke 
I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Coke 
Players do favors for governors and tax makers 
Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors 
The walls got ears, you big mouths probably scared 
Not prepared to do years like Javier 

(Immortal Technique Speaking):

The story just told is an example of the path that 
drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in 
every state in this country. It's a lot deeper than 
the niggas on your block. So when they point the 
finger at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell them: 

(Wesley Snipes - from "New Jack City"):

I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one that's guilty. The 
lawmakers, the politicians, the Colombian drug lords, 
all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just 
like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. 
You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick 
the ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem. 
Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing 
is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big 
business. This is the American way.

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