[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, cocaine."

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 cocaine?"

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 cocaine paste and play my position

[Verse 2: Pumpkinhead]

Okay, 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]

Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue

And don't worry about them, I paid off the officials

[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 cocaine, you'll see

[Verse 4: Tonedeff]

Honey, I'm home, never mind why your bank account's suddenly grown

It's (What?) funny we're so out of this debt from this money we owe, would you

What 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? (Whoa)

Come on, our fucking 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 fucking 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

(Get on the ground!) 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 ki's 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 talkin' '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 keep afloat on a boat for Peruvian coke

Players do favors for governors and tax makers

Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors

The walls got ears, you bigmouths probably scared

Not prepared to do years like Javier

[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 niggas on your block

So when they point the finger at you, brother man?

This is what you've got to tell 'em

[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"