Immortal Technique – Peruvian Cocaine Lyrics
[Intro Dialogue from Scarface, 1983]
"I've heard whispers... about the financial support your government receives from the drug industry?"
"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, cocaína."
"Cocaine. 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?"
"Mm, mm, si, si. Let me show you a few of the other characters that are involved in this... tragicomedy."
"Oigan ustedes ahi! Ustedes trabajando! Sigan trabajando carajo!"
"Oye Luis, ¿Cuándo van a terminar?"
"Bueno que se apuren los burros. Ahorita viene el camión, apúra, diles!"
"Ahorita van a venir para recoger los productos, apúrate!"
[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
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 ("¡Revolucion!") 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 Jesus Cristo when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine paste, and play my position
[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]
Ok, listen, Juan Valdez, just give 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, now 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 our bank account's suddenly grown
It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe!
Would you mind if I told you that I had two governments overthrown
To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep your 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 running coke
I took a stunted oath to hush the ones who know
The CIA conducts the flow for these young hustlers who lust for dough
[Verse 5: Poison Pen]
I don't work in the hood, hit my connect
Plus what's really good, they supply work for the hood
These dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferior
Petrified when we meet in my area (calm down)
My dudes'll 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
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 you
Getting pop away? The prison sentence is due
Making the officer 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, talking 'bout they 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 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 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 bigmouths probably scared
Not prepared to do years like Javier [prison cell shutting]
[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]
"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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