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Cointelpro
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Rap
Cointelpro was released on July 26, 2005 by Sick Symphonies as a part of the album Sick Symphonies: Sick Side Stories
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Release DateJuly 26, 2005
LabelSick Symphonies
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Psycho Realm
The Psycho Realm
Performer
Street Platoon
Street Platoon
Performer
Sick Symphonies
Sick Symphonies
Performer
Jack Gonzalez
Jack Gonzalez
Rap
Carlos Vargas
Carlos Vargas
Rap
Richard Alfaro
Richard Alfaro
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Gonzalez
Jack Gonzalez
Songwriter
Carlos Vargas
Carlos Vargas
Songwriter
Richard Alfaro
Richard Alfaro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cynic for the Drub Lab
Cynic for the Drub Lab
Producer

Lyrics

I fight commas in the war to preserve the real artists
Modern music is okay and that's me being modest
We been crowned underground kings of the coast
Now COINTELPRO wanna see us ghost
'Cause the drug lab cook up a dose of the pure
Man, I move seven figures but respected the most
I'm a loose representative, reception is negative
It's a crime to be O.G. and not repetitive
The weed sedative keep me calm to write song
With a mind full of fine rhyme, I'm the King Kong
Chaos Swami long gone, my rap style strong arm
They wanna get me like Marley 'cause I ring the alarm
It's just like Vietnam
We're out here in the trenches fighting a war that can't be won
I'm a six-eyed soldier, my word is my gun
We come with symphony drums and iron lungs
It's a top secret war against us
They'll do whatever it takes to end us
They watching, operation is stopping the symphony
The industry's got it in for me
So if I should die and no danger the cause
Then the CIA was involved
How do you think they solve their problems?
By killing those that cause 'em
I shot 'em with resistance, I spit it at they system
I hit 'em with the hate
Remember my identity?
Infinity of the state for the music I make
Controlling fate at our own will
I'm never still, I'm overkill on the stage
Like razor blades on grenades
Blow off your legs if you in the way of interfering
Drug lab producer without sample clearance
I'm taking soul and psychedelic, burn it or sell it
My music still goes down as an underground relic
Grab the jaws of life, we gotta force our way inside
Blockade the doors, no one here gets out alive
Music speaks to you every day but you're
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to listen
Now that we here we gotta be more careful
They know we move a lot of units at an independent level
You know the devil if you're not part of the establishment
Then they taxing and they taking all your assets
In our case our publishing and masters and royalties
With no compassion you get dropped, no loyalty
Fuck their seniority, we do our own
Take matters to the show and slam what you suppose
We wouldn't compose music to teach all those
To our advantage we use it to free our bros
You know they plot and scheme to take out our team
Because we speak our mind and neglect what they bring
They use diseases and drugs so we could decease
Mistreat the restless youth while we all at peace
Try to control us with paranoia
But we aware that they have it on solders
So we defy 'em by exposing 'em
Is it a conspiracy of the music telling the youth to rise
Up against the establishment? Because the establishment
Is rapidly destroying things. Is that a conspiracy?
Written by: Carlos Vargas, Jack Gonzalez, Richard Alfaro
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