Southpaw - Peruvian Cocaine lyrics

[Intro Dialogue from Scarface, 1983] [Interviewer] "I've heard whispers... about the financial support your government receives from the drug industry?" [Gutierrez] "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, c**aína." [Interviewer] "Cocaine. On one hand, you're saying the United States government is spending millions of dollars to eliminate the flow of d** onto our streets. At the same time, we are doing business with the very same government that is flooding our streets with c**aine?" [Gutierrez] "Mm, mm, si, si. Let me show you a few of the other characters that are involved in this... tragicomedy." [Spanish Dialogue] "Oigan ustedes ahi! Ustedes trabajando! Sigan trabajando carajo!" "Oye Luis, ¿Cuándo van a terminar?" "Ahorita." "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 c**a 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 Jesú Cristo when I go to the mission Process the c**aine 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] sh**, this is good, now pa** 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 a**a**inate 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 c**aine, 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 f**in' 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 f**ing 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 ba*tards 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 s** 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 d** take on their way to every neighborhood, in every state, of this country. It's a lot deeper than the n***as 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 d** 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."