Cointelpro

Jacken:

 I fight commerce in a war to preserve the real artist
 Modern music is o.k. and that’s me being modest
 We’ve been crowned underground kings of the coast
 Now cointelpro wants to see us ghost
 ‘Cause the drug lab cook up a dose of the pure
 Might not move seven figures but respected the most
 I’m a “Los” representative 
 Reception is negative
 It’s a crime to be O.G. and not repetitive 
 The weed sedative keeps me calm to write songs
 With a mind full of fine rhyme I’m the King Kong
 Chaos wants me long gone, my rap style strong arm
 They want to 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 SickSide Soldier my word is my gun
 We come with symphony drums and iron lungs

 Crow:

 It’s a top secret war against us
 They’ll do whatever it takes to end us
 They’re watching
 Operation stopping the symphony
 The industry’s got it in for me
 So if I should die and old age ain’t the cause
 Then the C.I.A. was involved
 How do they solve their problems?
 By killing those that cause them
 I shot ’em with resistance
 I spit it at the system
 I hit them with the hate
 Remember my identity
 It’s enemy of the state
 For the music I make
 Controlling fate at our own will
 I’m never still I’m overkill on a stage
 Like razor blades on grenades
 Blow off your legs if you’re in the way of interfering
 The drug lab produce without sample clearing
 I’m taking soul and psychedelic
 Burn it out sell it
 My music still goes down as an underground relic
 Grab the jaws of the life we need to force our way inside
 Blockade the doors no one here gets out alive

 Cynic:

 Now that we’re in we have to 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 masters and royalties
 With no compassion you get dropped not loyalty
 [bad word] their seniority
 We do our own take matters to the shows and slam
 What you supposed 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 we could decease
 Mistreat the restless youth while we’re in peace
 Try to control us with paranoia but we aware that
 They have it all sewn up we defy them by exposing them