In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
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 (crack) import's hitting on your door.
CIA, I'll see you later 'cause your time is coming soon.
I flip this shit like Pacino and it's your dog day afternoon.
Attica, Attica, drug agents you bring your static-a.
My alphabet will slash and then can flip you automatic-a,
Dramatic like Ali-Shaheed Mohammed* brought the vibes.
I bring the sun at red dawn upon the thoughts of Franz Fanon.
So stand at attention devil ???,
You'll never survive choosing sides against the Wretched of the Earth (Fanon's book).
The infiltrator,
??? intoxicator,
People incarcerator,
Liberation movement annihilator.
We got you clocked pushing rocks and it fell.
We got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Minh trail.
We got the truth addict, Last Emperor, KRS and history manifested.
Tomorrow tha next lesson.
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 & Big Zack.
As free-market capitalism and technology expands,
The third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland.
So it takes ??? 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 magik romancers and acid rain dancers,
Develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza.
We fear no man and throw jams that attack counter-intelligence programs.
Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan,
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians.
Now what 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 Yeltsen.
Whirlwind tornadoes in the rain forest if you say so.
KRS and the Last Emperor war 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.
Need I say the CIA 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 ???? 'cause the whole Cold War is over.
Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbing.
All the assault and battering in the name of intelligence-gathering
Now it's karma you're battling--a losing fight.
I choose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aight.
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 666s.
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 playas.
Rearrange and see, times is definitely changing, G.
They used to tap the phone now they tapping while you 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 millennium there'll be no central intelligence.
So wake up bright anew and take up arms,
'Cause more is necessary than vocabulary war,
'Cause the toxic rock (crack) import's hitting on your door.
CIA, I'll see you later 'cause your time is coming soon.
I flip this shit like Pacino and it's your dog day afternoon.
Attica, Attica, drug agents you bring your static-a.
My alphabet will slash and then can flip you automatic-a,
Dramatic like Ali-Shaheed Mohammed* brought the vibes.
I bring the sun at red dawn upon the thoughts of Franz Fanon.
So stand at attention devil ???,
You'll never survive choosing sides against the Wretched of the Earth (Fanon's book).
The infiltrator,
??? intoxicator,
People incarcerator,
Liberation movement annihilator.
We got you clocked pushing rocks and it fell.
We got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Minh trail.
We got the truth addict, Last Emperor, KRS and history manifested.
Tomorrow tha next lesson.
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 & Big Zack.
As free-market capitalism and technology expands,
The third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland.
So it takes ??? 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 magik romancers and acid rain dancers,
Develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza.
We fear no man and throw jams that attack counter-intelligence programs.
Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan,
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians.
Now what 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 Yeltsen.
Whirlwind tornadoes in the rain forest if you say so.
KRS and the Last Emperor war 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.
Need I say the CIA 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 ???? 'cause the whole Cold War is over.
Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbing.
All the assault and battering in the name of intelligence-gathering
Now it's karma you're battling--a losing fight.
I choose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aight.
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 666s.
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 playas.
Rearrange and see, times is definitely changing, G.
They used to tap the phone now they tapping while you 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 millennium there'll be no central intelligence.
Lyrics submitted by black_cow_of_death
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pretty self explanatory .. if you doubt the reality of what they are saying i suggest you take a look at GNN's Video 'Crack the CIA'
guerrillanews.com/videos/video.php
Tracking the covert history of CIA drug smuggling
from Nicaragua to Arkansas and South Central Los Angeles, GNN sheds light on the darkest secret of the Agency’s operational directorate. Cut to the ambient Hip Hop loops of DJ Trek-e, Crack The CIA features explosive footage of Mike Ruppert’s historical televised confrontation with CIA Director John Deutch. Don’t blink!
Awards 2001 Streaming Media Festival Audience Award 2002 Sundance On-Line Film Festival (‘Live Action’ Category) 1st Annual Drug War Vigil Video Contest (Ist Prize)