Lions Den Freestyle Lyrics - Singles - Immortal Technique

(feat. see-Rayz Walz, Diabolic, Loucipher, 

Poison Pen, Pumpkinhead, Tonedeff) 

[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 

government 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 coke fields have to be ready 

The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty 

Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) 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 "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission 

Process the cocaine, paced 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 fashion 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 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, and to keep ya tummy 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 

But 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 for 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 

Must choose (?), 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 

Ya 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 (?) 

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 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.