Inmortal Technique Peruvian Cocaine Lyrics:
[Intro: from the film "Scarface"]
[Host:]
I've heard whispers about the financial
support your government receives from the drug
industry.

[Guest:]
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 goverment 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.

[Beat starts]

[Two Men Speak in Spanish]

[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 (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

[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
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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 that'll keep our tummys
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
The 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 to 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 llello We won't stop for you bastards
My street scramblers 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 the 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 and 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 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 the school, I was a bully, now
life is fully a joke I keep afloat on the boat for
Peruvian Coke Players do favors for governers 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
of 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 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
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.
Lyrics: Peruvian Cocaine, Inmortal Technique [end]