Peruvian Cocaine
Immortal Technique Lyrics


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I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
Treated like a slave, the coca fields have to be ready
The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
Dreaming about revolution looking at my machete
But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms
And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms
So I pray to Jesus Cristo when I go to the mission
Process the cocaine paste, and play my position

Ok, listen, Juan Valdez, just get me my product
Before we chop off your hands for worker's misconduct
I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged
And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad
So, to feed your kids? I need these bricks
Forty tons in total, let me test it, indeed, I
Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue
And don't worry about them, I paid off the official

Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
Elected by my people, the only one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
In a Third World fascist state, lock the nation
With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
The finest type of China white and cocaine, you'll see

Honey, I'm home! Never mind why your bank account's suddenly grown
It's funny we're so out of this debt from this money we owe!
Would you run if I told you that I had two governments overthrown
To keep our son enrolled in a private school and to keep our tummies swollen?
Come on, our fucking home was built on a foundation of bloody throats
The hungry stolen of their souls, of course this country's running coke
I took a stunted oath to hush the ones who know
The CIA conducts the flow for these young hustlers that lust for dough

I don't work in the hood, hit my connect
That's what's really good
They supply work to the hood
These dudes fucking crack me up
Scrutinized like we inferior, petrified when we meet in my area
My dudes don't shoot until I say so, you got the loot?
Give me the "Yay-Yay!" Like Ice Cube, so don't play with my yayo
We won't stop for you bastards
My street scramblers chop it and bag it

Taking pictures and tapping phones, debating snitches and cracking codes
Fast to cuff or blast the fo' on any hustler stacking dough
There's probably crack or blow
And my overtime is where your taxes go
I'll gain your trust get you to hand weight to us 'cause we paid up front
On the low with cameras taping ya, getting popped with weight?
The prison sentence is due, make the call
And then leave with two keys out the evidence room

With my fame, truck, boat, or plane, they're watching you
You think you got work? They're copping too!
We control blocks, they lock countries and own companies
We had nice cars and sneaker money!
Now there's players out there talking 'bout they holding
With bugs in their house like they down South with windows open
Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and soon
Feds'll be up in your mouth like forks and spoons
So enjoy the rush, live plush off coke bread
Soon you'll be in a cell with me like Jenny Lopez
In a school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke
I'll keep afloat on a boat for Peruvian coke
Players do favors for governors and tax makers
Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors




The walls got ears, you bigmouths probably scared
Not prepared to do years like Javier

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Immortal Technique's song Peruvian Cocaine depict the harsh realities of the exploitation and violence that is associated with the drug trade. The song is written from the perspective of individuals on both sides of the drug trade, from the coca field workers in Bolivia to the wealthy drug lords who profit from the cocaine trade.


In the first verse, the singer describes the grueling conditions of coca field workers who are treated like slaves and forced to work under harsh conditions. Despite their suffering, they dream of a revolution but feel powerless to act on it. The singer feels the weight of his responsibilities and knows that he cannot escape without putting his family in danger. he prays to Jesus and plays his part to process the cocaine paste.


The second verse switches to the perspective of a wealthy drug lord who holds the power to do as he pleases, including murder, without fear of punishment. He is callous and dismissive of the human cost of his actions and only cares about the profits he can make. The last verse explores the corruption that surrounds the drug trade, from the complicity of governments to the exploitation of vulnerable individuals by those in power.


Overall, the song shows the destructive forces that are involved in the cocaine trade and how it impacts people's lives across the world.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies
I am on the Bolivian border, working for very little money.


Treated like a slave, the coca fields have to be ready
I am treated like a slave, as the coca fields need to be prepared constantly.


The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty
The people in my community are starving, feeling defeated and dehydrated.


Dreaming about revolution looking at my machete
I am dreaming about revolution as I look at my machete.


But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms
The workload is too heavy for the workers to rebel.


And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms
I know that if I ran away from this work, the people in charge will likely murder my mother.


So I pray to Jesus Cristo when I go to the mission
I pray to Jesus Cristo when I go to the church.


Process the cocaine paste, and play my position
I process the cocaine paste and do my work without questioning it.


Ok, listen, Juan Valdez, just get me my product
Listen, Juan Valdez, just get me my cocaine product.


Before we chop off your hands for worker's misconduct
Before we threaten violence against you for any worker misconduct.


I got the power to shoot a copper, and not get charged
I have the power to shoot a police officer without getting in trouble.


And it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squad
It would be tragic to see your family in front of a firing squad.


So, to feed your kids? I need these bricks
In order for you to feed your children, you need to provide me with cocaine.


Forty tons in total, let me test it, indeed, I
There is a total of forty tons of cocaine, and I will test it.


Shit, this is good, pass me a tissue
This seems to be good quality cocaine, please pass me a tissue.


And don't worry about them, I paid off the official
Do not worry about the law enforcement officials, as I have bribed them.


Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulest
This is not a challenge for me, as I come from a corrupt family.


Elected by my people, the only one on the ballot
I was elected by my people, and I was the only one on the ballot.


Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
I was born and raised to talk to the federal agents, and I am untouchable by fate.


And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
I killed my predecessor to take his place.


In a Third World fascist state, lock the nation
The country is under fascist rule, and the people are oppressed.


With 90% of the wealth in 10% of the population
The top 10% of the population holds 90% of the wealth.


The Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfully
The CIA is involved in cocaine trafficking.


The finest type of China white and cocaine, you'll see
The CIA deals with the best quality cocaine, which they refer to as China white.


Honey, I'm home! Never mind why your bank account's suddenly grown
I am home! Do not worry about how my bank account has suddenly increased.


It's funny we're so out of this debt from this money we owe!
It is ironic that we are now out of debt because of the money we owe to the cocaine business.


Would you run if I told you that I had two governments overthrown
If I told you that I overthrew two governments, would you run away?


To keep our son enrolled in a private school and to keep our tummies swollen?
I overthrew those governments to keep our son in a private school and to have food on the table.


Come on, our fucking home was built on a foundation of bloody throats
Our home was built on a foundation of murder and violence.


The hungry stolen of their souls, of course this country's running coke
The country is running cocaine, as the people are starving and have lost their souls.


I took a stunted oath to hush the ones who know
I took a vow of silence to keep the truth from those who may know.


The CIA conducts the flow for these young hustlers that lust for dough
The CIA is in control of the flow of cocaine that the young hustlers crave.


I don't work in the hood, hit my connect, that's what's really good
I do not work in the inner-city areas, I work with my connections.


They supply work to the hood
I provide work to those in the inner-city areas.


These dudes fucking crack me up
These people amuse me.


Scrutinized like we inferior, petrified when we meet in my area
People are watching us and treat us as inferior, and I am scared when we meet in my area.


My dudes don't shoot until I say so, you got the loot?
My associates will only shoot when I give them the order to do so, do you have the money?


Give me the "Yay-Yay!" Like Ice Cube, so don't play with my yayo
Give me the cocaine, do not mess with it like Ice Cube said in his song.


We won't stop for you bastards
We will not stop for those who we believe are in our way.


My street scramblers chop it and bag it
My workers cut and package the cocaine on the streets.


Taking pictures and tapping phones, debating snitches and cracking codes
We monitor people's phones, take pictures, debate with informants, and crack security codes.


Fast to cuff or blast the fo' on any hustler stacking dough
We are quick to handcuff or kill potential competition.


There's probably crack or blow
It is likely that there is crack or cocaine present.


And my overtime is where your taxes go
My overtime comes from the taxes that your people pay.


I'll gain your trust get you to hand weight to us 'cause we paid up front
I will gain your trust, and then have you give us weight of cocaine, as we have already paid upfront.


On the low with cameras taping ya, getting popped with weight?
We do this secretly - with cameras taping you, have you been caught with cocaine?


The prison sentence is due, make the call
It is inevitable that you will go to prison, so make the necessary arrangements.


And then leave with two keys out the evidence room
After the call is made, leave with two keys of cocaine out of the evidence room.


With my fame, truck, boat, or plane, they're watching you
Because of my status and wealth, they are keeping watch on you through different vehicles.


You think you got work? They're copping too!
You believe that you have the best work, but they are also obtaining the same product.


We control blocks, they lock countries and own companies
We have control over city blocks, while they are in control of countries and own large companies.


We had nice cars and sneaker money!
We had nice cars and plenty of money from selling cocaine.


Now there's players out there talking 'bout they holding
Nowadays, there are people who claim they have control over the cocaine business.


With bugs in their house like they down South with windows open
There are electronic bugs in their houses, just like how it is portrayed in movies set in the South.


Your dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and soon
If you do not have enough money, you are in the wrong business and will soon fail.


Feds'll be up in your mouth like forks and spoons
If you are caught, the FBI will scrutinize your actions like forks and spoons in your mouth.


So enjoy the rush, live plush off coke bread
Enjoy the rush of cocaine and the luxurious lifestyle it provides.


Soon you'll be in a cell with me like Jenny Lopez
You may end up in jail with me, just like how Jennifer Lopez portrayed a criminal in her movie role.


In a school, I was a bully, now life is fully a joke
I used to be a bully in school, and now I realize how ridiculous life has become.


I'll keep afloat on a boat for Peruvian coke
I will keep my head above water by selling cocaine imported from Peru.


Players do favors for governors and tax makers
Drug dealers do favors for politicians and wealthy citizens.


Fat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayors
Even heavily religious people, such as Quakers, smoke crack and engage in sexual acts with corrupt mayors.


The walls got ears, you bigmouths probably scared
There are people listening, so those who talk too much are likely scared of getting caught.


Not prepared to do years like Javier
Those people are not prepared to go to jail for a long time, like Javier.




Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
Written by: Douglas Toure Harris, Felipe Andres Coronel, Sean Edward George

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