Tag: CIA


Diabolic – Order & Chaos Lyrics (feat. Ill Bill)


[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

He was the middle son of three children, lived in my building
He went to Tildon, quiet cat, always kept to himself
He never chilled with anybody but his girlfriend, drove an ‘82 Whirlwind
Homie’s grades in school was perfect
Honour student with a talent for mathematics
Used to design computer graphics in class instead of doodling
I would write rhymes, smoke blunts on the bench at night time
While he was doing his homework and watching Nightline
Looking over MIT brochures, invitations to the Pentagon from headhunters of course
I heard that NASA was inquiring about his status
He was about to be a rookie in the NBA of mathematics
A rock star, most astronauts first round draft pick
Amongst physicists and cancer doctors
Then the CIA recruited him to be a shooter
I set him up so that Diabolic could shoot him
We planned assassination plots, lasers attached to gats that pop
Finely glued to the top of the barrel, the average shot
Could take two people’s heads off simultaneously
Aiming at cranium spraying them in the coffin displaying them
This that shoot you in the face movement
Bill and Diabolic is like Schwarzenegger and Stallone in the same movie
I’m like Bronson in the Violent City
Freedom fighter like Mumia, kill cops in Philly listen

[Interlude: The Dark Knight]

Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order and everything becomes chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair!

[Verse 2: Diabolic]

It was a quarter past eight o’clock, Bill called me and he named the spot
This vacant lot around the way from the bagel shop
He schooled me exactly to how the CIA would plot
To make hip hop’s value nothing more than a Jacob watch
Ill is ? built with ancient blocks
And the all-seeing eye through Jay’s hand that portrays the Roc
Not to worry, I had engineered, pay the cops
So they would not respond to the calls about a fatal shot
I later topped this roof viewing through a sniper scope
What I like to call a future murder scene with righteous hope
About to light a smoke when two headlights approached
Rifle smoke strikes when they touch ground like lightning bolts
Twice the volts in the same spot amazingly
It’s two birds, one stone, met his partner from the agency
Was ex-KGB, defected through the State Department
Wanted by authorities for treason, he’s been made a target
Took my position with this loaded rifle, aimed and sparked it
A single shot killed them both, blood stained their garments
Guess all the CIA and NASA training it ain’t mattered
When his brains splattered on the pavement as his face shattered
The day after is used to cover tracks and lock the fortress
Shot up sources and disposed of all their rotting corpses
I know it’s stunning, we ain’t running like some track stars
We chill with bodies buried in Uncle Howie’s backyard

[Outro]

*Laughing*


R.a. The Rugged Man – Who Do We Trust? Lyrics (feat. Immortal Technique)


[Intro:]
I’m the last one they should ever let speak
I should save politics for Dead Prez and Immortal Technique
Rugged Rugged Rugged Rugged Rugged Man
Immortal Technique
Our way of life is under attack, the survival of our friends is in danger

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
There’s a new housing plan for the ghetto eventually
Projects for New American Century
False Flag Terrorism controlling you mentally
The gospel in the hands of people with no empathy
A mixture of dangerous social chemistry
Between law enforcement and a military entity
Cameras on the corner of every corner your facing
Testing out if future can stop law on immigration
Power, consolidation information restrictive
Just like the eye and law of oligarchy predicted
Incarcerating the poor among the drug addicted
But not the families of the ruling class is afflicted
Cause it’s a f*ckin’ Caste System like corrupted Hinduism
I think you should listen I been through the system in prison
I been through religion, carried the cross as a Christian
Like it was Antidisestablishmentarianism
Until the siege of Despotism arrested my vision
Lyricism with cynosism and Syllogisms
Until they [??] and kill me in prison
Chemtrails conditions
Stemcells of Leo Strauss’ philosophy, The birth of neo con policy
But i laughed at Americas fear of a New World Order controlling
The hemisphere because my people have been livin’ that for the
Past 500 years

[Chorus]
Intelligence and understanding
The facts they don’t want them to know
No government plan should impose it’s restraints against your will
Who do we trust, Who do we trust
The facts-
Who do we trust, who do we trust
Intelligence
Who can i trust, who can i trust
Who can I trust, Who can I trust

[Verse 2: R.A]
Expose crimes of the power structure, enter the fire because the truth is now treason to the U.S empire

U.S medellin’ in almost every foreign election
Seein’ where the next drone headin’ civillian dead in the Yemen weddin’ dead and barely reported because the weapons were exported from the politicians and the pentagon and Saudis bought it and the babies and the children were slaughtered
The authorization, altercation, deplorable , demoralization
Obedience do or poverty colonize the minority
Social norm is to conform to the Immoral majority
White superiority, suscession of separatism the terrorism of american exceptionalism Go to plan B be free f*ck the tv, f*ck the PD, f*ck a [??], Grey plaque soldier pop corpse rot spin over, Monsato weed killer non Hodgkin Lymphoma
Whistleblower men are afraid of label the threat of a traitor
Exec get legislated tryin’ to supress your behavior
Intelligence Interrogater collectin’ metadata
Condemin’ the messenger and censorin’ the educator
CIA feed the propaganda to the television
In the next edition, the puppets preach it in repition
Loyalty to the monarchy hereditary or elective
f*ck a royal family and f*ck a president selective
HA

[Chorus]
Secret Society
The Secret Oath
Censorship
I-I-Imposed restraints against your will
Who do we trust
Who do we trust
The facts-
Who do we trust
Who do we trust
Intelligence
Who can I trust
Who can I trust
Knowledge may-
Who can I trust
Who can I trust
Informing and alerting
The american people

[Outro:]
“What’s the cadet motto at Westpoint?” You will not Lie, cheat or steal or tolerate those who do.” I- I- I was a CIA director we lied, cheated, we stealed, we stole! It’s like, we had- we had entire training courses! It, It uh- It it it reminds you of the glory of The American Experiment.”


Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)


[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system


Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’


[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system


Bob Marley Being Killed By CIA Agent Story Is A Hoax


Did the CIA assassinate Bob Marley?

The reggae legend died in May 1981 and his official cause of death is cancer. Since his untimely death, there have been a number of conspiracies surrounding what or whom may have played a role in the ending of his life. One such conspiracy is that the CIA has something to do with his death bu infiltrating his circle in the late 1970s and ultimately did something to end his life in 1981.

This week, a story popped up online claiming that a 79-year-old retired CIA agent name Bill Oxley confessed on his deathbed that he killed the reggae icon. We will not link to the article as to not give it any more attention than this. While on his deathbed at the Mercy Hospital in Maine earlier this week, Oxley made a number of confessions, allegedly, including that he committed some 17 assassinations while working as a CIA agent including the assassinations of one of the greatest musicians of all time.

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Oxley claimed that he infiltrated Bob Marley’s inner circle using press credentials to gain access to the singer during his Blue Mountains retreat. He posed as a famous photographer working for the New York Times and told Marley that he has a gift for him. “I gave him a pair of Converse All Stars,” Oxley said. “Size 10. When he tried on the right shoe, he screamed out ‘OUUUCH.‘ That was it. His life was over right there and then. The nail in the shoe was tainted with cancer viruses and bacteria. If it pierced his skin, which it did, it was goodnight nurse.”

The site that published the story is a well known satirical site and they did not provide any sourcing for the lengthy article. Nevertheless, a number of celebrities and reggae fans shared the story on social media not known it’s potentially fake news.

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Bob Marley Museum declined to comment on the story, but a close family source told Dancehall HipHop that the Marley family believes that the story is bogus. “No one believes the story and neither do they want this kind of bad publicity so that explains why they are not saying anything about it,” sources told us. “By speaking on it you give the story more life so they decide to just let it go.”


Mihaela Marinova – Hips Don’t Lie (Като Две Капки Вода) (Shakira COver)


Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting
We got the refugees up in here (no fighting)
No fighting

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como se llama (si)
Bonita (si)
Mi casa (Shakira Shakira), su casa

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise (si) and keep on (si)
Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro)

And I’m on tonight you know my hips don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, this is perfection

Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it’s driving me crazy
And I didn’t have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing

And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore
The way you move your body, girl (just move)
And everything so unexpected, the way you right and left it
So you can keep on shaking it

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como se llama (si)
Bonita (si)
Mi casa (Shakira Shakira), su casa

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise (si) and keep on (si)
Reading the signs of my body (no fighting)

And I’m on tonight you know my hips don’t lie (no fighting)
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on lets go, real slow
Don’t you see baby asi es perfecto

I know I am on tonight
My hips don’t lie and I am starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, this is perfection (Shakira, Shakira)

Oh boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man
I don’t, don’t really know what I’m doing
But you seem to have a plan
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can’t so you know
That’s a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de día

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como se llama (si)
Bonita (si)
Mi casa (Shakira Shakira), su casa

Oh baby when you talk like that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

Señorita,
Feel the conga, let me see you move like you come from Colombia

Mira en Barranquilla se baila así, say it!
En Barranquilla se baila así

Yeah, she’s so sexy every man’s fantasy a refugee
Like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country
I go back like when Pac carried crates
For Humpty Humpty we need a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch us? Colombians and Haitians
I ain’t guilty, it’s a musical transaction
No more do we snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas ’cause we own our own boats (no fighting)

I’m on tonight
My hips don’t lie and I am starting to feel you boy
Come on lets go, real slow
Baby like this is perfecto (no fighting)

Oh, you know I am on tonight
My hips don’t lie and I am starting to feel it’s right
The attraction
The tension
Baby, like this is perfection

No fighting
No fighting


Shakira – Hips Don’t Lie (feat. Wyclef Jean)


Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the refugees up in here
No fighting, no fighting

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como te llama,[si],bonita[si], que pasa?
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I’m on tonight
You know my hips don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, si, es perfecto

Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it’s driving me crazy
And I didn’t have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing

And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected – the way you right and left it
So you can keep on taking it

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como te llama[si], bonita[si], que pasa?
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I’m on tonight
You know my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on lets go, real slow
Don’t you see baby asi es perfecto

Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, si, es perfecto
Shakira, Shakira

Oh boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man
I don’t, don’t really know what I’m doing
But you seem to have a plan
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can’t so you know
That’s a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como te llama[si], bonita[si], que pasa?
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

Senorita, feel the conga, let me see you move
like you come from Colombia

Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi , say it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi
Yeah

She’s so sexy every man’s fantasy a refugee
like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country
I go back like when ‘pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty
I need a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch us?
Colombians and Haitians
I ain’t guilty, it’s a musical transaction
No more do we snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas ’cause we own our own boats

I’m on tonight, my hips don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel you boy
Come on let’s go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto

Oh, you know I am on tonight and my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel it’s right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection

No fighting
No fighting


Motley Crue – Anarchy In The U.k.


Right now
Oh I am an anti-Christ
And I am an anarchist
Don’t know what I want
But I know how to get it
I want to destroy your passion boy
‘Cause I, I want to be, anarchy
In this fuckin’ city

Anarchy for the USA
It’s coming sometime, maybe
I give a wrong time stop at traffic line
Your future dream is a sharpie’s scheme
‘Cause I want to be, anarchy
Well it’s the only way to be

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
There are many ways to get what you want
I use the best, well I use the rest
Well I use the enemy
I use anarchy
‘Cause I, I want to be, anarchy
Fuck the rat race man

Is this the PMRC
Or is this the DEA
Or is this the CIA
I thought it was the U.S.A.
Or just another country
Some other fuckin’ country
And I, want to be, anarchy
Oh I want to fuckin’ hear it man
And I, want to be, anarchy
Let’s say it again boys
And I, want to be, anarchy
Fuckin’ destroy


Shakira – Hips Don’t Lie (feat. Wyclef Jean) letras

November 3, 2016

Lyrics

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Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the refugees up in here
No fighting, no fighting

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como te llama,[si],bonita[si], que pasa?
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I’m on tonight
You know my hips don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, si, es perfecto

Hey Girl, I can see your body moving
And it’s driving me crazy
And I didn’t have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing

And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected – the way you right and left it
So you can keep on taking it

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como te llama[si], bonita[si], que pasa?
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

And I’m on tonight
You know my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel you boy
Come on lets go, real slow
Don’t you see baby asi es perfecto

Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel it’s right
All the attraction, the tension
Don’t you see baby, si, es perfecto
Shakira, Shakira

Oh boy, I can see your body moving
Half animal, half man
I don’t, don’t really know what I’m doing
But you seem to have a plan
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can’t so you know
That’s a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia

I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como te llama[si], bonita[si], que pasa?
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body

Senorita, feel the conga, let me see you move
like you come from Colombia

Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi , say it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi
Yeah

She’s so sexy every man’s fantasy a refugee
like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country
I go back like when ‘pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty
I need a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch us?
Colombians and Haitians
I ain’t guilty, it’s a musical transaction
No more do we snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas ’cause we own our own boats

I’m on tonight, my hips don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel you boy
Come on let’s go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto

Oh, you know I am on tonight and my hips don’t lie
And I am starting to feel it’s right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection

No fighting
No fighting


Motley Crue – Anarchy In The U.K. letras

October 29, 2016

Lyrics

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Right now
Oh I am an anti-Christ
And I am an anarchist
Don’t know what I want
But I know how to get it
I want to destroy your passion boy
‘Cause I, I want to be, anarchy
In this fuckin’ city

Anarchy for the USA
It’s coming sometime, maybe
I give a wrong time stop at traffic line
Your future dream is a sharpie’s scheme
‘Cause I want to be, anarchy
Well it’s the only way to be

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
There are many ways to get what you want
I use the best, well I use the rest
Well I use the enemy
I use anarchy
‘Cause I, I want to be, anarchy
Fuck the rat race man

Is this the PMRC
Or is this the DEA
Or is this the CIA
I thought it was the U.S.A.
Or just another country
Some other fuckin’ country
And I, want to be, anarchy
Oh I want to fuckin’ hear it man
And I, want to be, anarchy
Let’s say it again boys
And I, want to be, anarchy
Fuckin’ destroy