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  • 作词 : S. George/R. Diaz/A. Rojas/W. Shabazz/A. Deljudice/L. Herron/Felipe Coronel
    作曲 : S. George/R. Diaz/A. Rojas/W. Shabazz/A. Deljudice/L. Herron/Felipe Coronel
    (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,cocaína,*******."
    (Interviewer)
    "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 *******?"
    (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 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 Jesú Cristo when I go to the mission
    Process the ******* paste, and play my position

    (Verse 2: Pumpkinhead)
    Ok, listen, Juan Valdez, just get 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)
    *******t, this is good. 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 *******, you'll see

    (Verse 4: Tonedeff)
    Honey, I'm home! Never mind why your bank account's suddenly grown. It's
    Funny we're so out of this debt from this money we owe! Would you
    Run if I told you that I had two governments overthrown
    To keep our son enrolled in a private school and to keep our tummies swollen?
    Come on, our ******* home was built on a foundation
    Of bloody throats. The hungry stolen of their 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 that lust for dough

    (Verse 5: Poison Pen)
    I don't work in the hood. Hit my connect. That’s
    What's really good. They supply work to the hood
    These dudes ******* crack me up. Scrutinized like
    We inferior. Petrified when we meet in my area (Calm down)
    My dudes don’t 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. Fast to cuff or blast the fo' on any
    Hustler stacking dough. There’s probably crack or blow
    And my overtime is where your taxes go. I’ll gain your trust
    Get you to hand weight to us ‘cause we paid up front
    On the low with cameras taping ya. Getting popped
    With weight? The prison sentence is due. Make the call
    And then leave with two kis out the evidence room
    (Verse 7: C-Rayz Walz)
    With my fame. Truck, boat, or plane, they’re watching you
    You think you got work? They’re 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 their house like they down South with windows open
    Your dough ain't long—you wrong—you take shorts and soon
    Feds’ll 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 a school, I was a bully. Now life is fully a joke
    I’ll keep afloat on a boat for Peruvian coke
    Players do favors for governors and tax makers
    Fat Quakers smoke crack and *** 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 *******s 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 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."
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : S. George/R. Diaz/A. Rojas/W. Shabazz/A. Deljudice/L. Herron/Felipe Coronel
    [00:00.017] 作曲 : S. George/R. Diaz/A. Rojas/W. Shabazz/A. Deljudice/L. Herron/Felipe Coronel
    [00:00.34](Intro Dialogue from Scarface, 1983)
    [00:00.50](Interviewer)
    [00:00.52]"I've heard whispers...about the financial support your government receives from the drug industry?"
    [00:04.63](Gutierrez)
    [00:04.90]"Well, the irony of this,of course,is that this money,which is in the billions,is coming from your country.
    [00:11.21]You see, you are the major purchaser of our national product,which is,of course,cocaína,*******."
    [00:16.84](Interviewer)
    [00:17.09]"On one hand, you're saying the United States government is spending
    [00:20.20]millions of dollars to eliminate the flow of drugs onto our streets.
    [00:24.04]At the same time, we are doing business with the very same government that is flooding our streets with *******?"
    [00:31.50](Gutierrez)
    [00:31.90]"Mm, mm, si, si. Let me show you a few of the other characters that are involved in this... tragicomedy."
    [00:36.73](Spanish Dialogue)
    [00:38.90]"Oigan ustedes ahi! Ustedes trabajando! Sigan trabajando carajo!"
    [00:44.23]"Oye Luis, ?Cuándo van a terminar?"
    [00:46.30]"Ahorita."
    [00:47.00]"Bueno que se apuren los burros. Ahorita viene el camión, apúra, diles!"
    [00:53.20]"Ahorita van a venir para recoger los productos, apúrate!"
    [00:58.01](Verse 1: Immortal Technique)
    [00:58.26]I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
    [01:01.57]Treated like a slave, the coca fields have to be ready
    [01:04.18]The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
    [01:06.94]Dreaming about revolution ("?Revolucion!") looking at my machete
    [01:09.75]But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms
    [01:12.25]And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms
    [01:15.25]So I pray to Jesú Cristo when I go to the mission
    [01:18.22]Process the ******* paste, and play my position
    [01:20.78]
    [01:20.98](Verse 2: Pumpkinhead)
    [01:21.00]Ok, listen, Juan Valdez, just get me my product
    [01:23.85]Before we chop off your hands for worker's misconduct
    [01:26.46]I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged
    [01:29.40]And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad
    [01:31.96]So, to feed your kids? I need these bricks
    [01:34.83]Forty tons in total, let me test it, indeed, I... (sniffs)
    [01:37.93]*******t, this is good. Pass me a tissue
    [01:40.30]And don't worry about them, I paid off the official
    [01:43.01]
    [01:43.02](Verse 3: Diabolic)
    [01:43.10]Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
    [01:46.03]Elected by my people, the only one on the ballot
    [01:48.80]Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
    [01:51.85]And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
    [01:54.36]In a Third World fascist state, lock the nation
    [01:57.10]With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
    [01:59.98]The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
    [02:02.83]The finest type of China white and *******, you'll see
    [02:05.90]
    [02:06.05](Verse 4: Tonedeff)
    [02:06.10]Honey, I'm home! Never mind why your bank account's suddenly grown. It's
    [02:09.35]Funny we're so out of this debt from this money we owe! Would you
    [02:11.91]Run if I told you that I had two governments overthrown
    [02:14.40]To keep our son enrolled in a private school and to keep our tummies swollen?
    [02:17.27]Come on, our ******* home was built on a foundation
    [02:19.53]Of bloody throats. The hungry stolen of their souls. Of course this country's
    [02:22.63]Running coke. I took a stunted oath to hush the ones who know
    [02:25.25]The CIA conducts the flow for these young hustlers that lust for dough
    [02:28.10]
    [02:28.20](Verse 5: Poison Pen)
    [02:28.25]I don't work in the hood. Hit my connect. That’s
    [02:31.18]What's really good. They supply work to the hood
    [02:33.74]These dudes ******* crack me up. Scrutinized like
    [02:36.50]We inferior. Petrified when we meet in my area (Calm down)
    [02:39.81]My dudes don’t shoot until I say so. You got the loot?
    [02:42.38]Give me the "Yay-Yay!" like Ice Cube, so don't play with
    [02:44.89]My llello. We won't stop for you bastards
    [02:47.70]My street scramblers chop it and bag it
    [02:50.11]
    [02:50.18](Verse 6: Loucipher)
    [02:50.21]Taking pictures and tapping phones, debating snitches and
    [02:53.11]Cracking codes. Fast to cuff or blast the fo' on any
    [02:56.12]Hustler stacking dough. There’s probably crack or blow
    [02:58.53]And my overtime is where your taxes go. I’ll gain your trust
    [03:01.99]Get you to hand weight to us ‘cause we paid up front
    [03:04.70]On the low with cameras taping ya. Getting popped
    [03:06.50]With weight? The prison sentence is due. Make the call
    [03:10.02]And then leave with two kis out the evidence room
    [03:12.50](Verse 7: C-Rayz Walz)
    [03:12.55]With my fame. Truck, boat, or plane, they’re watching you
    [03:15.73]You think you got work? They’re copping too!
    [03:18.25]We control blocks. They lock countries and own
    [03:20.99]Companies. We had nice cars and sneaker money!
    [03:23.71]Now there's players out there talking 'bout they holding
    [03:26.47]With bugs in their house like they down South with windows open
    [03:29.32]Your dough ain't long—you wrong—you take shorts and soon
    [03:32.18]Feds’ll be up in your mouth like forks and spoons
    [03:34.84]So enjoy the rush, live plush off coke bread. Soon
    [03:38.00]You'll be in a cell with me like Jenny Lopez
    [03:40.41]In a school, I was a bully. Now life is fully a joke
    [03:43.20]I’ll keep afloat on a boat for Peruvian coke
    [03:46.05]Players do favors for governors and tax makers
    [03:48.71]Fat Quakers smoke crack and *** acts with bad mayors
    [03:51.62]The walls got ears. You bigmouths probably scared
    [03:54.45]Not prepared to do years like Javier (*Prison Cell Shutting*)
    [03:59.17]
    [03:59.92](Outro: Immortal Technique)
    [04:00.47]"The story just told is an example of the path that drugs take on their way to every neighborhood,
    [04:07.31]in every state, of this country. It's a lot deeper than the *******s on your block.
    [04:12.93]So when they point the finger at you, brother man? This is what you've got to tell them."
    [04:18.80](Edited Outro Dialogue from New Jack City, 1991)
    [04:19.00](Nino Brown)
    [04:19.21]"I'm not guilty. You're the one that's guilty.
    [04:22.39]The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords...
    [04:26.55]all you who lobby against making drugs legal,
    [04:30.07]just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition!
    [04:33.22]You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kick the ballistics here:
    [04:37.09]ain't no Uzis made in Harlem! Not one of us in here owns a poppy field!
    [04:42.90]This thing is bigger than Immortal Technique.
    [04:44.95]This is big business. This is the American way."