Peruvian Cocaine Lyrics

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
Ok, listen, Juan Valdez, just get me my product
Before we chop off your 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
Forty tons in total, let me test it, indeed, I... [sniffs]
Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue
And don't worry about them, I paid off the official

[Verse 3: Diabolic]
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


[Verse 4: Tonedeff]
Honey, I'm home
Never mind why your bank account's suddenly grown, it's (What?)
Funny we're so out of this debt from this money we owe, would you
Run if I told you that I had two governments overthrown
To keep our son enrolled in a private school and to keep our tummies swollen? (Whoa)
Come on, our fucking home was built on a foundation of bloody throats
The hungry stolen of their souls, of course this country's running coke
I took a stunted oath to hush the ones who know
The CIA conducts the flow for these young hustlers that lust for dough
[Verse 5: Poison Pen]
I don't work in the hood. Hit my connect. That’s
What's really good. They supply work to the hood

These dudes fucking crack me up
Scrutinized like we inferior.
Petrified when we meet in my area (Calm down)
My dudes don’t shoot until I say so. You got the loot?
Give me the "Yay-Yay!" like Ice Cube, so don't play with
My llello

We won't stop for you bastards
My street scramblers chop it and bag it

[Verse 6: LouCipher]
Taking pictures and tapping phones
Debating snitches and cracking codes
Fast to cuff or blast the fo'
On any
hustler stacking dough (Get on the ground)
There’s probably crack or blow
And my overtime is where your taxes go
I’ll gain your trust
Get you to hand weight to us ‘cause we paid up front
On the low with cameras taping ya
Getting popped with weight? The prison sentence is due
Make the call and then leave with two kis out the evidence room

[Verse 7: C-Rayz Walz]
With my fame, truck, boat, or plane, they watching you
You think you got work? They copping too
We control blocks, they lock countries and own companies
We had nice cars and sneaker money
Now there's players out there talkin' 'bout they holding
With bugs in their house like they down South with windows open
Your dough ain't long—you wrong—you take shorts and soon
Feds’ll be up in your mouth like 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 a school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke
I keep afloat 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 bigmouths probably scared
Not prepared to do years like Javier
[Outro: Immortal Technique]
The story just told is an example of the path that drugs take on their way to every neighborhood, in every state, of this country. It's a lot deeper than the niggas on your block. So when they point the finger at you, brother man? This is what you've got to tell them

[Edited Outro Dialogue from New Jack City, 1991: Nino Brown]
"I'm not guilty. You're the one that's guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian 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 Uzis 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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About

Genius Annotation

On what’s surely ranked as one of the best posse cuts of all time, Immortal Technique (who is partly of Peruvian heritage and was born there) and guests break down all the perspectives of the drug trade… from the original worker in the coca fields, through a long chain of officials and drug lords, up to D-Boys, who end up arrested.

The beat is inspired by a sample from the soundtrack to the movie Scarface (1983), from which the dialogue in the intro is also taken. The song also uses a sample from the 1991 gangster film New Jack City. These samples are very appropriate, because the song has an extremely cinematic, visual feel, reminiscent of a montage.

In 2014, it was revealed that the United States government was, yet again, collaborating with drug-related entities, this time, none other than the Sinaloa Drug Cartel, the world’s largest producer and distributor of cocaine. 80% of the cocaine in Chicago, for example, is Sinaloa cocaine. Read the leaked documents pertaining to this situation here on News Genius.

Q&A

Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning

What did Immortal Technique say about "Peruvian Cocaine"?
Genius Answer

With “Peruvian Cocaine” I wanted a posse cut but not the typical shit and I wanted to speak about the imagery that the corporate controlled media ties into it. I mean I have nothing against doing some random joints with other muthafuckaz that reflect whatever the fuck is going on in our minds at the time, but I wanted something different this once…So the result came with me getting a whole lot of people to commit to the idea of writing a story with me, my idea worked out because everyone’s 8 bars seemed to flow together perfectly, the only person who wasn’t there was C-Rayz Walz who came at the end and bodied the song with his final perspective on the mentality of muthafuckaz who really think they are going to get somewhere hustling, this ain’t Scarface, this ain’t Belly, this isn’t Hollywood you little hood rat…you’re going to live in a fuckin' cage for the rest of your life and you’re arrest will be used to criminalize those people that come after you, we talkin' about real shit.

2004 interview on BrownPride.com

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