(feat. Immortal Technique, Paris)



[Paris]

Take it back to the days when we raised us up

'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt

P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain

Puttin wood on they ass can't stand the rain

And bring heat over beats, and scratch the itch

In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch

It's the return of the +Bush Killa+ back to bust

Just us for the justice, in God we trust

I rush truth to the youth, and shine the light

Take the red pill, open up your eyes to life

In this land of these crack fiends sheep and moles

See us overthrow the hold of the devil control

And roll deep, keep it underground for the streets

I'm the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds, retreat

Like ants in this war dance, if one fall

Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, it's all



[reggae chat interlude]



[various samples]

"This program includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which depict real events

and contains material which is intended for" (HIP-HOP)

"Welcome to the show!"

[Dan Rather] "Today, more drugs are coming into America than ever before"

"We have the best intelligence in the world, we can stop anything we wanna stop"

"You still may know little about" - Dan Rather

"The C.I.A.'s involvement with drug lords"

"This was a, a multi-billion dollar business"

"Even more menacing" - D.R. "The C.I.A."

[D.R.] "Have gone into the drug trade, and are trying to take over the government"

"In the war", "on drugs" - D.R.

"Which side is the C.I.A. on?"

"We need a change! We need a change.." [x2]



"One of these motherfuckers different"



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[Immortal Technique]

Yeah! Immortal Technique, part of the rebel militia

Weapon I brandish, don't need the canvas to paint a picture

Fuck who you askin, I'll tell you what it is

It ain't music motherfucker it's the way that we live

Party crashin, leavin the door with a broke lock

And make a toast to the cancer of Rupert Murdoch

I got a hit, on the Grand Wizard and the cyclops

And I'll be snipin, campus security bike cops

Fuck around, and I'ma start blastin they kids

Payback, for what they did to John Africa's crib

These pigs talk a lot of shit, shit, wavin the badge

Can put it down and go the fuck home wrapped in a flag

I have nothin but, empty shells for enemies

Strike me down, that'll give birth to ten of me

Forbidden chemistry, my verse is the dirty bomb

Urban combat, next year nigga it's on