@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
C.I.A (Criminals In Action) - Zack De La Rocha, The Last Emperor & KRS-ONE
Yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh!
KRS-1 coming thru... Big Zack... Last Emperor
Woo! Woo!...that's the sound of EMS...
(Ha Ha!)...Last Emperor, KRS...
(Ha Ha!)...Big Zack you know the rest...
Now we gonna come down like this now, hold tight, all crew... LISTEN!
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 import's hitting on your door
C.I.A. I'll see you later; 'cause your time is coming soon
I'll flip the shit like Pacino in a Dark Dog Day Afternoon
Attica! Attica!, drug agents you bring your statica
my alphabet will slash & then can flip you automatica, dramatic;
like Ali Shaheed Mohammed brought the vibe
I'll bring the sun at red dawn upon the thoughts that Frantz Fanon
so stand at attention devil dirch;
you'll never survive choosing sides against the wretched of the earth
The infiltrator
child intoxicator
people incarcerator
liberation movement annhilator
We got you clocked pushing rocks and it failed
we got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Ming trail
we got the truth daddy, Last Emperor, KRSin' history's manifestin'
tomorrow's next lesson.
You claim I'm selling' crack; but you be doing that (2X)
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 & technology expands
the third world's fertile soil becomes a dessert wasteland
so it takes fans 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 magic romancers & acid rain dancers,
develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld & George Costanza
we fear no man & throw jams that attack Counter Intelligence Programs
exiting like the epic adventures of Conan,
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians
now what hell is the problem with this system & what it sells us
I break the aincient ... billets like Wycleff did the zealots
I saw an iron curtain called Hip-Hop and got it opened like Boris Yeltsen
whirlwinds, tornadoes & the rain forest if you say so,
KRS & the last Emperor roll like the Green Hornet & Kato
Zack De La Rocha brings the enraged flow;
but all three drop science & become the most powerful alliance since N.A.T.O.
Need I say the C.I.A. be criminals in action
cocaine,crack unpackin' high surveillance trackin',
prominent blacks & 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 lower 'cause the whole Cold War is over
Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbin &
all the assault & battering; in the name of Intelligence gathering?
Now it's calm & you're battling a losing fight
I chose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aiiight
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 666's
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 Congress woman, your Senator, your Mayor
It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the playas
rearrange & see times are definetely changing G.
they used to tap the phone now they're tapping while you're 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 millenium; there'll be no Central Intelligence.
Yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh!
KRS-1 coming thru... Big Zack... Last Emperor
Woo! Woo!...that's the sound of EMS...
(Ha Ha!)...Last Emperor, KRS...
(Ha Ha!)...Big Zack you know the rest...
Now we gonna come down like this now, hold tight, all crew... LISTEN!
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 import's hitting on your door
C.I.A. I'll see you later; 'cause your time is coming soon
I'll flip the shit like Pacino in a Dark Dog Day Afternoon
Attica! Attica!, drug agents you bring your statica
my alphabet will slash & then can flip you automatica, dramatic;
like Ali Shaheed Mohammed brought the vibe
I'll bring the sun at red dawn upon the thoughts that Frantz Fanon
so stand at attention devil dirch;
you'll never survive choosing sides against the wretched of the earth
The infiltrator
child intoxicator
people incarcerator
liberation movement annhilator
We got you clocked pushing rocks and it failed
we got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Ming trail
we got the truth daddy, Last Emperor, KRSin' history's manifestin'
tomorrow's next lesson.
You claim I'm selling' crack; but you be doing that (2X)
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 & technology expands
the third world's fertile soil becomes a dessert wasteland
so it takes fans 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 magic romancers & acid rain dancers,
develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld & George Costanza
we fear no man & throw jams that attack Counter Intelligence Programs
exiting like the epic adventures of Conan,
I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians
now what hell is the problem with this system & what it sells us
I break the aincient ... billets like Wycleff did the zealots
I saw an iron curtain called Hip-Hop and got it opened like Boris Yeltsen
whirlwinds, tornadoes & the rain forest if you say so,
KRS & the last Emperor roll like the Green Hornet & Kato
Zack De La Rocha brings the enraged flow;
but all three drop science & become the most powerful alliance since N.A.T.O.
Need I say the C.I.A. be criminals in action
cocaine,crack unpackin' high surveillance trackin',
prominent blacks & 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 lower 'cause the whole Cold War is over
Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbin &
all the assault & battering; in the name of Intelligence gathering?
Now it's calm & you're battling a losing fight
I chose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aiiight
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 666's
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 Congress woman, your Senator, your Mayor
It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the playas
rearrange & see times are definetely changing G.
they used to tap the phone now they're tapping while you're 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 millenium; there'll be no Central Intelligence.
Lyrics submitted by H-bomb
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Woah. This is a breeding ground for stupid hillbillies.
-As pointed out before, Zack would be a 'whiteboy rapper' is he was only white, in much the same way that some of you would be smart if you weren't complete morons.
-I'm not sure if any of you knew this, but this song was performed live (and probably later cleaned up) during a lyricist lounge session, and it was released in a lyricist lounge cd. So my guess is that KRS (who is known to anyone who knows the difference between rundmc and g-unit) probably approached zach to write this for the purpose of performing it at said show. And yes, the song was performed while Rage was still in existence.
-Have ANY of you noticed the punk/hip hop roots in RATM, and in particular Zack's lyrics, writing, and singing?
actually he did this song while he was in rage, it's not new or anything...and it wasnt really a rap song either, it was rage-ish rap rock...
There is truth in this song that many don't want to here cause it changes the reality we have been taught since conception. This songs means to me don't believe what you are told, and those that are supposed to protect you, might not even care if you exsist, but it doesn't matter cause the power rests in you. The style of the song doesn't really facilitate the message because there are too many words with too little emotion. This song is trying to change consciousness with a society that doesn't want to hear or better termed hasn't been allowed to, and that is not an easy thing to do. It makes me think, but doesn't make me feel and for me action comes when i feel something not by thinking about it. I think the objective of many of Zach's lyrics is to cause a reaction that creates action, so if the emotion doesn't hit in the song, it won't hit with those that aren't educated in underground politics.
"it won't hit with those that aren't educated in underground politics"<br /> oh please.<br /> stop rationalizing your failure with conspiracy theories and get an education in something applicable to the real world. all you fuckers do is bitch bitch bitch: "why don't i have money? why does he need 3 houses? a million dollar bonus?"<br /> you see, we live in a capitalist society---that's secret-society for "you get what you earn." you can't sit around smoking pot in a basement all day, bouncing conspiracy theories off of your moron friends, and expect to get shit in return.<br /> there's nothing underground about it; america is a nation of capitalists. your response would be, "i know, down with capitalism!" well what would you have in its stead? communism? if yes, then go to north korea and write me when you get there---oh wait, they don't allow civilian mail to leave the country. you scream socialism---we have welfare, we have medicaid, we have free schooling, we have nationalized a large portion of the nations industry, we are socialist in that we keep our poor above the subsistence level; if you had any concept of history, you would understand how big of a fucking deal that is; check out the poor people in england in the 19th century: their fucking kids were pulling 16 hour days in mines, and they were still starving to death; and school... ha! they would have killed to go to school, and here we are today, free schooling for every child in the nation, and you people are like, "learning, ha, that shit's boring." But then, when a man, who has spent 18 years of his life working like a dog, makes some money, he's an evil, greedy bastard. no. that's capitalism: if you earn it, it's yours; not if you earn it, you have to share it with other people because they were too lazy or too incompetent to earn it themselves.<br /> further, its a capitalist world. there is no secret system established to keep your dumbass from moving up the ladder. learn something in school; go to college---if you don't have the money, there is a whole fucking system that will help you get the money, if you're smart enough, you'll get it for free; find a profession, work hard in your profession, and you'll have money, cars, and other nice things. And if none of that sounds like it fits with your lifestyle, that's okay, i don't think it's the path i'll take either, but for god's sake don't go around bitching about how it isn't fair. that's the way the entire world works. that's the way nature works; fuck, nature is the purest form of capitalism---survival of the fittest---and if humanity had always been as helpless as you, we'd still be in that predicament. so you can either participate in the system, "the machine", capitalism, or whatever you want to call it, or you can sit around and bitch about the system because its easier than participating, but know that the power is in your fucking hands---you aren't the helpless victim of "underground politics." <br /> now i'm not saying the system isn't corrupt. it most certainly is! billionaire's cheating on taxes and shit, kids who inherit daddy's fortune without doing anything for it, but that's the way it is. if you can come up with a better system---lets be serious---you can't. anyway, there are people who are corrupt, but you act like they are pitted against you, joe bob from cleveland whose hobbies are masturbating and drinking beer. let me tell you something, YOU are so far under their radar, they don't even know who the fuck you are to tell you to suck their dicks while they're pissing, they don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck they're dissing." that is to say, the successful people aren't worried about keeping you down; you do it for them. fred douglass wrote "it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant." by keeping knowledge from slaves, the owners were able to keep them powerless---knowledge is dangerous. unlike the slaves, you have free access to as much knowledge as you can get your grubby fucking hands on, but do you take advantage of it? fuck no, i don't wanna reads no book! well that's the key, whether you like it or not, so get in, or be content with not having very much (and still living a comparatively leisurely lifestyle).<br /> NOW, WITH RESPECT TO THE SONG:<br /> as you might have guessed, i think the subject matter is fucking retarded, and i really hate zack de la rocha as a person, but by god, his stylistic skill is unbelievable. certainly in the top ten of the greatest rappers of all time. i don't listen to his words; i listen to the rhythms he creates and the sounds he puts together. and the style is all his; he doesn't sound like anyone else. so kudos for that; i just wish he would shut up about this "toxic rock" horseshit.
hey rainbow_dick what the fuck are you talking about? take the rage poster down - you don't deserve to have it up. i wouldn't normally partake in character assassination - but you are a moron of the highest order. if you stopped for one minute and listened to ratm/zack you wouldn't come out with terms like 'whiteboy' you fucking inbred hill-billy racist fuck. go listen to something else and leave the enlightened to listen. i can't hate you enough...
Zack and rage rule. but i just never knew why every rap song has to start with something like "KRS-1 coming thru... Big Zack... Last Emperor" They all start with inane boasting like " o we gonna drop da bomb, ya ready?" I just dont see why
Did you know zack is 40 this year?
If you don't like how they start then just don't listen. It's a choice thing.
zack de la rocha is a loser. My god, such a whiny bitch!! He's making his money off of being "rebelious" (mostly spouting off at the mouth about how this country sucks). Leave you fucking white boy rapping, government hating, stuck up, rich asshole.
Do all of ya know that zack if hafe chicano indian. And he is born in 1970 that means he is 33years now. And he rock if it wit rage or witout.
yeah he is half red indian and also hispanic so he is not really a 'whiteboy'. He also transported guns for mexican rebels so i'd say he had a certain amount of integrity as well. gangrel60 clearly lives in a small hole somewhere in alabama and probably has a poster emblazoned with 'remember the alamo' on his wall. I would also say that he probably owns a few pitchforks and a couple of high calibre guns. I'd also suggest that he wanks and cries himself to sleep every night because he is so pathetic and lonely.
lmaooooooooooooo sooo true christjesus