Communistische hiphop van Felipe Andres Coronel, aka Immortal Technique. The 4th Branch is de corporate media, waar volgens Coronel weinig van deugt: loopjongens van staat en kapitaal, meer niet.
[Intro: Immortal Technique]
The new age is upon us
And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man
Shall stand before God
It has begun, the beginning of the end
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]
The voice of racism preachin’ the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu’ran
They bombed innocent people, tryna murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
‘Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion and painted him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall ‘cause I’m facin’ assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave
Indigenous holocaust and the home of the slaves
Corporate America dancin’ offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country never sponsored terrorism
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just ‘cause I won’t trade humanity for patriotism
[Refrain: Immortal Technique]
It’s like MKUltra, controllin’ your brain
Suggestive thinking causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government want us to settle
A bandanna full of glittering generality
Fightin’ for freedom and fightin’ terror, but what’s reality
Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children
[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]
Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman’s heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don’t tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
U.S. manufactured missles and M-16’s
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word when the people are starvin’
The average citizen made to be blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide where the bodies are freezin’
And the world doesn’t believe that you fightin’ for freedom
‘Cause you fucked the Middle East and gave birth to a demon
It’s open season with the CIA buggin’ my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I’m tryna give the truth and I know the price is my life
But when I’m gone they’ll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President and the princes and sheiks
You don’t give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
Bitch niggas scared of the truth when it looks at you hard
