Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C.I.A. (Criminals In Action), artist - Zack De La Rocha. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
C.I.A. (Criminals In Action) |
| Yea yea yea yea yea! |
| KRS-One comin through, Big Zack, Last Emperor |
| WOOP WOOP! |
| Ha hah, that’s the sound of EMS |
| Ha hah, Last Emperor, KRS |
| Ha hah, Big Zack you know the rest |
| Now we gonna come down like this now, hold tight all crew |
| LISTEN! |
| This voice shatters the calm of the day, like an alarm |
| To wake up badder youth, and take up arms |
| Cause more is necessary than vocabulary war |
| Cause the toxic rock imports, gettin on your door |
| C.I.A. |
| I see ya later, cause your time is comin soon |
| I flip the shit like, Pacino and it’s your Dog Day Afternoon |
| Attica Attica, drug agents your bring your static-a |
| My alphabet will slash that neck and flip you, automatica |
| Dramatic, like Ali Shaheed Muhammed brought the vibe |
| I bring the sun at Red Dawn to pull the thoughts of Franz Fanon |
| So stand at attention, devil dirge |
| You never survive choosin sides against the wretched of the earth |
| The infiltrator, tribe intoxicator, people incarcerator |
| Liberation movement annihilator |
| We got you clocked pushin rocks and it fail |
| We got brothers troopin subways like the Ho Chi Manh trail |
| We got the truth data, Last Emperor, KRS and |
| history manifested, tomorrow next lesson |
| YOU CLAIM I’M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
| «You, claim, you claim, you, you claim, claim |
| You, claim I’m sellin crack, but you be doin that" — |
| You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock |
| YOU CLAIM I’M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
| «So get that flashlight out of my face" — |
| «You, you, you claim I’m sellin crack, but you be doin that" — |
| The Last Emperor, KRS-One, and Big Zack |
| 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 (hah!) |
| 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 (whosssshhh) |
| KRS and The Last Emperor like the Green Hornet and Kato |
| Zach de la Rocha brings the enraged flow, but all three drop science |
| and become the most powerful alliance since NATO |
| YOU CLAIM I’M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
| «You, claim I’m sellin crack, but you be doin that" — |
| YOU CLAIM I’M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
| You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock |
| YOU CLAIM I’M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
| «So get that flashlight out of my face" — |
| YOU CLAIM I’M SELLIN CRACK, BUT YOU BE DOIN THAT |
| The Last Emperor, KRS-One, and Big Zack |
| Need I say the C.I.A. |
| be Criminals In Action |
| Cocaine crack unpackin, high surveillance trackin |
| Prominant blacks and whites givin 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 grabbin it |
| All the assault and batterin in the name of intelligence gatherin? |
| Now it’s karma you battlin, a losin 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 |
| Rearrangin, see times are definitely changin G |
| They used to tap the phone, now they tappin while you pagin 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 millenium |
| there’ll be no Central Intelligence |
| Uh, yea, uh, yea |
| Throw your hands up |
| You know whassup kid, throw your hands up |
| Ha hah yeah, hah hah, yeah |