[Intro by Kool Keith & Sir Menalik at the"LYRICIST LOUNGE":]
...We got a very unexpected, delightful delivery coming thru
Word? Yo! who they got? who they got?
just when you thought it was safe;
we got Zack De La Rocha, Last Emperor, KRS-ONE!
KRS-ONNNNNE!!!
stepping to the stage; the seers... the gladiators;...
...Zack De La Rocha, Last Emperor, KRS-ONE;
[KRS-ONE:]
Yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh!
KRS-1 coming thru... Big Zack... Last Emperor
Woo! Woo!...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 bright anew; and take up arms
'cause more is necessary than vocabulary war
'cause the toxic rock import's hitting on your door
C.I.A. I'll see you later; 'cause your time is coming soon
I'll flip the shit like Pacino in a Dark Dog Day Afternoon
Attica! Attica!, drug agents you bring your statica
my alphabet will slash & then can flip you automatica, dramatic;
like Ali Shaheed Mohammed* brought the vibe
I'll bring the sun at red dawn upon the thoughts that froze(?)Fanon
so stand at attention devil dirch;
you'll never survive choosing sides against the wretched of the earth
The infiltrator (uhh!)
child intoxicator (uhh!)
people incarcerator (uhh!),
liberation movement annhilator (yeah!)
We got you xxxxxx pushing rocks and it failed
we got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Ming trail
we got the truth daddy, Last Emperor, KRSin' history's manifestin'
tomorrow's next lesson.
[CHORUS:]
[All:] You claim I'm selling' crack; but you be doing that (2X)
[Zack:] You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock!
[All:] You claim I'm selling' crack; but you be doing that
[Last Emperor] so get that flashlight outta my face!
[All:] You claim I'm selling' crack; but you be doing that
[KRS:] The Last Emperor, KRS-ONE & big Zack
[LAST EMPEROR:]
As free market, capitalism & technology expands
the third world's fertile soil becomes a dessert wasteland
so it takes fans 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 & acid rain dancers,
develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld & George Costanza
we fear no man & throw jams that attack Counter Intelligence Programs
exiting like the epic adventures of Conan,
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians
now what hell is the problem with this system & what it sells us
I break the(?)xxxbillets(?)like Wycleff did the zealots
I saw an iron curtain called Hip-Hop and got it opened like Boris Jeltsin
whirlwinds, tornadoes & the rain forest if you say so,
KRS & the last Emperor roll like the Green Hornet & Kato
Zack De La Rocha brings the enraged flow;
but all three drop science & become the most powerful alliance since N.A.T.O.
[CHORUS:]
[KRS-ONE:]
Need I say the C.I.A. be criminals in action
cocaine,crack unpackin' high surveillance trackin',
prominent blacks & 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 grabbin &
all the assault & battering; in the name of Intelligence gathering?
Now it's calm & you're battling a losing fight
I chose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aiiight
we should beat em President Clinton should delete 'em
It's not hard the CIA simply has no more job
oh my Goddess mother you can fix this
we rock over mixes not 666's
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 Congress woman, your Senator, your Mayor
It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the playas
rearrange & see times are definetely changing G.
they used to tap the phone now they're tapping while you're paging me
it's crazy B. yet it's plain to see who's the enemy who's left?
the NRA, the ATF, the AMA, ok, ok, it's all irrelevant
'cause in the new millenium; there'll be no Central Intelligence.
Uh! yeah! uh! yeah! throw your hands up, You know what's up kid
Throw your hands up, Ha Ha! yeah! Ha Ha! yeah!
