[Intro: the film "Scarface"] [Host:] I've whispers about the financial support your receives from the drug industry.
[Guest:] Well, the irony of this, of course, is this money, is in the billions, is coming from your country. You see, you are the purchaser of our national product, is of course cocaine.
[Host:] On one hand, you're saying the United government is spending millions of to the flow of drugs onto our streets. At the same time, we are doing business with the same goverment that is our streets with cocaine.
[Guest:] Mmm-hmm, si, si. Let me show you a few characters that are involved in this comedy.
[Beat
Men Speak in Spanish]
[Immortal - Worker] I'm on the border of Bolivia, for pennies Treated like a slave, the coke fields to be ready The of my people is starving, broken and sweaty Dreaming revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete But the is too heavy to rise up in arms And if I ran away, I they'd probably murder my moms So I pray to "Heso Preisto" I go to the mission Process the cocaine, paced and play my
[Pumpkinhead - Field Boss] Ok, listen while I'm out there, give me my product we chop off ya hands for worker's misconduct I got the power to a copper, and not get charged And it would be sad to see your family in of a firing squad So to feed your kids, I need bricks 40 tons in total, let me it, indeed I [sniff] Shit, this is good, pass me a And don't worry about them, I paid off the
[Diabolic - Leader] Yo, it don't as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest by my people...the only one on the ballot Born and bred to consult feds, I laugh at fate And my predecessor to have his place In a third-world fashion state, the nation 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population The Central Intelligence takes weight faithfully The finest type of China white and cocaine see
[Tonedeff - American Drug I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown It's funny, we're so out of this from this money we owe Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments To keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya swollen C'mon, our home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of this country's runnin' coke I took a stunted to hush the one's who know But CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for
Pen - Drug Dealer] I work in the hood (Hit my connect) Plus what's really good, they for the hood These dudes fucking me up, scrutinize like we inferior Petrified when we in my area (calm down) My shoot until I say so, got the loot? Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't with my llello We won't stop for you choose (?), chop it and bag it
[Loucipher - Undercover Officer] Taking pictures and tapping Debating snitches and codes a couple, blast the fo', Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the And my overtime is where taxes go I gain trust Get you to hand to us because we paid up front On the low cameras taping ya Getting pop away? The prison sentence is to the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room
[C-Rayz - Prison Inmate] Out the evidence room [Said Loucipher] Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, watching you You think you got work? copping too We blocks, they lock countries Ya own companies, we had nice cars and money Now there's out there, talking 'bout the holding With bugs in they like they down South with windows open Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you shorts and (?) Feds be up in your mouth...like forks and spoons So enjoy the rush, live off Coke bread Soon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny In school, I was a bully, now is fully a joke I keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian Players do favors for and tax makers Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts bad mayors The got ears, you big mouths probably scared Not prepared to do years like
[Immortal Technique The story just told is an example of the path drugs take on way to every neighborhood, in state of this country. It's a lot deeper than the niggas on your block. So when they the finger at you, brother men, this is you've got to tell them:
[Wesley Snipes - from "New City"] I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. you did with alcohol during the prohibition. You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's the ballistics here: no Uzi's made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This is bigger (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the way.