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C.I.A. (Criminals In Action)

This song is by KRS-One.

(KRS-One)
Yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!
KRS-One coming through, Big Zack, Last Emperor
WOOP WOOP! Ha ha, that's the sound of EMS
Ha ha, Last Emperor, KRS
Ha ha, Big Zack, you know the rest
Now we gonna come down like this now, hold tight
All crew: Listen!

(Zack de la Rocha)
This voice shatters the calm of the day, like an alarm
So wake up, battered youth, and take up arms
Cause more is necessary than vocabulary war
'Cause they toxic rock import's getting on your door
CIA, I see ya later, cause your time is coming soon
I flip the shit like Pacino, and it's your Dog Day Afternoon
Attica Attica, drug agents, you bring your static-a
My alphabet will slash that neck and flip you, automatica
Traumatic, like Ali Shaheed Muhammad brought The Vibes
I bring the sun at Red Dawn to pull the thoughts of Franz Fanon
So stand at attention, devil dirge
You'll never survive choosing sides against the Wretched of the Earth
The infiltrator, child intoxicator, people incarcerator
Liberation movement annihilator
We got you clocked pushing rocks and it failed
We got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Minh Trail
We got the truth addict, Last Emperor, KRS and
History manifesting, tomorrow the next lesson

(All)
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
You know the cops, they got a network for the toxic rock
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
So get that flashlight outta my face
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
The Last Emperor, KRS-One and Big Zack

(The Last Emperor)
As free market capitalism and technology expands
The third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland
So it takes bands to demand the government provide answers
When Lady Liberty has me bewitched like Samantha
And poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer
To all my black magic romancers and acid rain dancers
Develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza
We fear no man and throw jams that attack counterintelligence programs
Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians
Now what the hell is the problem with this system and what it sells us
I bring ancient relics like Wyclef did to Zealots
I saw an Iron Curtain called hip-hop and got it open like Boris Yeltsin
Whirlwind, tornadoes, in the rain forest, if you say so
KRS and The Last Emperor like the Green Hornet and Kato
Zack de la Rocha brings the enraged flow, but all three drop science
And become the most powerful alliance since NATO

(All)
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
You know the cops, they got a network for the toxic rock
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
So get that flashlight outta my face
You claim I'm selling crack, but you be doing that
The Last Emperor, KRS-One and Big Zack

(KRS-One)
Need I say the C.I.A. be Criminals In Action
Cocaine crack unpacking, high surveillance tracking
Prominent blacks and whites giving orders for mass slaughters
I want all my daughters to be like Maxine Waters
When they flooded the streets with crack cocaine
I was like Noah, now they lower cause the whole cold war is over
Communism fell to the dollars, you were grabbing it
All the assault and battering in the name of intelligence gathering?
Now it's karma you battling, a losing fight
I chose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aight?
We should beat 'em, President Clinton should delete 'em
It's not hard, the C.I.A. simply has no more job
Oh my Goddess Mother, you can fix this
We rock over mixes, not six six sixes
Yo this is the message to all that can hear it
If you got secret information, now's the time to share it
Call your congresswoman, your senator, your mayor
It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the players
Rearranging, see, times are definitely changing, G
They used to tap the phone, now they tapping why you paging me
It's crazy B, yet it's plain to see, who the enemy
Who's left, the NRA, the ATF, the AMA?
Okay okay, it's all irrelevant, cause in the new millennium
There'll be no Central Intelligence

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Throw your hands up
You know wassup kid, throw your hands up
Ha hah yeah, hah hah, yeah

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