The KGB (КГБ) is the commonly used acronym for the Russian: Комитет государственной безопасности (help·info) (Komitet gosudarstvennoy bezopasnosti or Committee for State Security). It was the national security agency of the Soviet Union from 1954 until 1991, and was the premier internal security, intelligence, and secret police organization during that time. While most of the KGB archives remain classified, two on-line documentary sources are available.
Since breaking away from Georgia de facto in the early 1990s with Russian help, South Ossetia established its own KGB (keeping this unreformed name). The State Security Committee of the Republic of Belarus currently uses the Russian name KGB.
A 1983 Time magazine article reported that the KGB was the world's most effective information-gathering organization. It operated legal and illegal espionage residencies in target countries where a legal resident gathered intelligence while based at the Soviet Embassy or Consulate, and, if caught, was protected from prosecution by diplomatic immunity. At best, the compromised spy either returned to the Soviet Union or was declared persona non grata and expelled by the government of the target country. The illegal resident spied, unprotected by diplomatic immunity, and worked independently of Soviet diplomatic and trade missions, (cf. the non-official cover CIA agent). In its early history, the KGB valued illegal spies more than legal spies, because illegal spies infiltrated their targets with greater ease. The KGB residency executed four types of espionage: (i) political, (ii) economic, (iii) military-strategic, and (iv) disinformation, effected with "active measures" (PR Line), counter-intelligence and security (KR Line), and scientific–technological intelligence (X Line); quotidian duties included SIGINT (RP Line) and illegal support (N Line).
Harold Adrian Russell "Kim" Philby (1 January 1912–11 May 1988) was a high-ranking member of British intelligence who worked as a double agent before defecting to the Soviet Union. He served as both an NKVD and KGB operative.
In 1963, Philby was revealed to be a member of the spy ring now known as the Cambridge Five, the other members of which were Donald Maclean, Guy Burgess, Anthony Blunt, and John Cairncross. Of the five, Philby is believed to have been most successful in providing secret information to the Soviet Union. His activities were moderated only by Joseph Stalin's fears that he was secretly on Britain's side. Philby was an Officer of the Order of the British Empire (OBE) from 1946 to 1965.
Philby was born at Ambala in the Punjab while it was a province of British India. His father, St. John Philby, a well-known author, orientalist, and convert to Islam, was a member of the Indian Civil Service and later a civil servant in Mesopotamia and advisor to King Ibn Sa'ud of Saudi Arabia.
B-boying or breaking, often called "breakdancing", is a style of street dance that originated as a part of hip-hop culture among African American and Latino youths in New York City during the early 1970s. Fast to gain popularity in the media, the dance style also gained popularity worldwide especially in South Korea, France, Russia, Japan, and Brazil. While extremely diverse in the amount of variation available in the dance, b-boying consists of four primary elements: toprock, downrock, power moves, and freezes. B-boying is typically danced to hip-hop and especially breakbeats, although modern trends allow for much wider varieties of music along certain ranges of tempo and beat patterns.
A practitioner of this dance is called a b-boy, b-girl, or breaker. Although the term "breakdance" is frequently used to refer to the dance, "b-boying" and "breaking" are the original terms. These terms are preferred by the majority of the art form’s pioneers and most notable practitioners.
The terminology used to refer to b-boying changed after promotion by the mainstream media. Although widespread, the term "breakdancing" is looked down upon by those immersed in hip-hop culture. Purists consider "breakdancing" an ignorant term invented by the media that connotes exploitation of the art and is used to sensationalize breaking. The term "breakdancing" is also problematic because it has become a diluted umbrella term that incorrectly includes popping, locking, and electric boogaloo. Popping, locking, and electric boogaloo are not styles of "breakdance". They are funk styles that were developed separately from breaking in California. The dance itself is properly called "breaking" according to rappers such as KRS-One, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, and Darryl McDaniels of Run-DMC.
Tt took a while, but now I see
My old man worked for the KGB
The government found out about
His work and had to take him out
It took a while but now I see
Why dad was such a mystery
Sometimes you cheat, sometimes you lie
It part of the job when you're
When you're a spy
It took a while but now I see
My old man worked for the KGB
The government found about
His work and had to take him out
Sitting in the yard I didn't understand
Holding his dead body in my hands
Now it's getting clear to me
My dad he worked for the KGB
On the fourth of March in his backyard
The sniper shot him in the heart
He was only fifty-three
But a hero for the KGB
And a hero for the KGB
And a hero
[Malaki:]
The KGB make this stage twice as dangerous as these streets
Malaki and Binary form all these spontaneous beats
Formed the lyrically elite, piece to the conquistador beats
When we unsheathe the swords and the One Man Army brings beats to boards
We tell you angrious beats, defy your atheist beliefs
Malaki could get a crowd of paraplegics outta their seats
When I strangle the mic, I mangle your ass slow and painfully
Be thankful you still alive
While the faithfully by the frames catch records eye
You choose to dangerously tangle with me
You can hang out make Jack the Ripper look like your guardian angel anger me
I give you enough light cable to hang yourself
Place your name on the waitin list for hell
With the rest of the cel gangsters
And gashes on your back with the lashes with the mic cord
Warlords, storm stages making light by bombs
And all em dogs with the Krylon Cans meet my demands
Or you'll have the Michigan mic masses on your hands
[Senim Silla:]
Bio-hazardous agent on Sillas airborne
Infectuous rhyme lectures spit quick and effective
Dangerous, lethal languages of slang I kill
Murder he wrote, an assassin would remain my skill
Senims a rough son of a gun keep razors under my tongue
Strike with enough force to puncture a lung
I'm lyrically harmful, literally speaking
Emcees I'm proud beatin, demeanin and I'll treatin
Get introduced to mines and meet your demise
I despise rap guys and all they whack ties
Cause in my eyes, all men are not considered equal
Especially if you ain't one of Binary's people
[Texture:]
I'm what you asking for
I'll give you that plus a classic more
Hand delivery, verbal total package raw
The mental matador
Mic heavyweights to shake the planet core
With one verse
Got you thinking, "Yo cancel the war"
You flirtin' with death
Better off dancing with wolves
Stabbin' yourself in your vocal chords with cancerous swords
After this track, I hit the streets recruiting new thugs
'Cause we got your squad holding hands in group hugs
The die harders and orbits like a monster in your closet
Challenging us is like playing a opossum with the carcus
You could never win
Hopin' your DJ specialize in medicine
'Cause the athletic army conquers and divides your regiment
The MI residence is known for talkin' shit
Got my reputation ripping in the heart of the [?]
A fortunate gift
Bent lies that'll force you to quit
Drop the mic and have you writing for the source or some shit
[Elzhi:]
These niggas backstab like they Benedict
Drag they face in the mud til they mouth looks like they bit a brick
Butts like magnificent seven on horseback
Unsigned but find my rap portables in a source ma-
Gazine for fiends who fiend for guillotine sword stat
My tongue is a stinger, my brain is a stun gun
It's deadly as the one you put your thumbs on
And squeeze from the bottom
With fatigues but I'm high in the trees so high I can breath on a falcon
Jump down, sneak up on a emcee from the rear
A predator with the literature
It shows through my signature
Deliver more, did just for your click
What's even more sick is I'm a visitor
And plus they be diggin more
Scopin the perimeter
Sneak within the floor
Terminator 2, split your brain in two
While you snore
Keep sleepin, my train of thought is heat seekin
[?] like drippin' ink from a pen and adding Clorox
Murder emcees and leave my fingerprints on doorknobs
The court finds me guilty, might be different in the Lord's eyes
An evil genius, I play your villain in a movie
Fingertips touch the [?] from the refillin of the uzi
And it's bloodsport open up my mind from watch those slugs walk gracefully
Where your head reside is now a vacancy
Elzhi on, cut the head of a python, with a butcher knife long
When I die I want my third eye born
[O-Type Star:]
A sip of liquor, the flow [?] sensational [?] and skin like brass
The gravitational pull of two stars that's rotatin like space
Vinyl had me on the tre like Lionel Richie
Broke then rich again, Illinois to Michigan
[?] conditions I won't bitch but switch again
Style like tracks to smack who can't stab me
I build excitement like Pontiac Grand Prix
Wider is better, Iller is deffer
I'm trying to count zeros and hoes like Hugh Hefner
The O-B-A-F-G-K-M
My squad all stars, suckas we slave them
O type Star I blew spots when I said things
My thoughts take flight like black hawks with red wings
I'm slicka then a oil refinery
I hit your whole system when I shine with the Binary
[Lacks:]
And I'm in the presence of perfection
I could give a fuck about you lyin
Saying your style is free when it's tense like Les Nesman
I'm freshman at this game but we trying to graduate
I blow minds but you be blowin funk from the last ass you ate
Now let me ask you straight before I start trippin,
Is it me or does something about your lines sound like Nas cause "It Was
Written [Bitten] "
Your motor skill is outright and meanin to act fast
I hump rhythms while you couldn't Poke a Tone with Trackmaster
The rap bastard without Wu-Tang
Though, realistically most males are
The differences is I don't judge my manhood by what my sales are
If it's about the boldest, I'm the most
I'm the coldest since winter
To make you stop the tape and "Inspec-tha Deck" like you down with the RZA
Nigga {Wu-Tang Wu-Tang}
So I advise you to remember your roles
And tell your crew if they got beef, then I can bring the dinner rolls
Over [?] with swing snares and fat drum kits
I've seen [?] and holdin up chicks
I mean chickens runnin off in chickens like beastiality
And for any nigga that want it I drop the beat for you to battle me
Accepted the proof at your expense, I be the shit
Squeezin squares into little pieces like cheese nips
[OneManArmy:]
A whack emcee is something I could never be
That's like growing dreadlocks while you taking chemotherapy
Theoretically pen and paper is the recipe
Alphabetically I'm coming after you like the letter V
If you ever step to me, the worst is yet to come
You'll never get the best of me
Call it like a referee
Call it destiny, check the melody
Break the law of gravity
And lyrically catch a felony
I make it harder for the next emcee that's my specialty
Rappers better be tryin ta rap ahead of me
I'm a hard act to follow I could prove it medically
I'm sick in the head I could move a crowd with mental telepathy
Expect nothing less of me, top pedigree
Rap assassin, blastin'with syllable weaponry
Shoot the sheriff then the deputy
Don't be testin' me
Whoever think they fat can get the Dig Gregory
[J.U.I.C.E.:]
It's countless how many rappers over vinyl we scar
I jus rotate and dislocate your spine if we spar
Even freestyle in French when I'm rhyming abroad
I'm in the party rhymin off [?] Bacardi line of cigars [?]
I rattle rappers, and battle rappers trying to be hard
Rap is black jack and JUICE is like a primary card
You secondary, that's why you gotta rhyme with a squad
But genetically y'all niggas is designed to be flawed
Yesterday I spit game at your dame and she paused
To let me see a thick frame and outline it with drawers
So the chance you been looking for is finally yours
But see I'm deadlier than havin cyanide in your pores
I spin a rhyme, my hand is intertwined with the cord
Slowly the mic is ripped to bits, my dynasty tours
Big JUICE when signin off with the Binary Stars
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Another night
in this Russian town
I wonder what to do now
Just gunna hang around
but in the nights i see
Shadows of a demon army
on the way to kill you and me....
it’s the KGB
it’s the KGB now
Yeah KGB
it’s the KGB
there gunna drop the bomb
watch out for Russian spies
cause you can see the Fire
burning in they’re eyes
but in the nights i see
Shadows of a demon army
on the way to kill you and me....
it’s the KGB
it’s the KGB now
Yeah KGB
it’s the KGB
why can’t they just go and leave us alone
why can’t they just let us go home
theres nowhere to run , theres nowhere to hide
but now it’s too late baby a million people die
but in the nights i see
Shadows of a demon army
on the way to kill you and me....
it’s the KGB
it’s the KGB now
Yeah KGB
She good looking, got a (?) cookin’, yeah
Would you give me the time of day, but
If my occupation was a star in a constellation
We can get together in a milkyway, and
Everybody wanna know somebody
Everyone wants to drop your name
You need no reservation, no special limitation
No collage education, when you’ve got fortune and fame
Ooo, ooo..
One, two, three, four
Everyone I know wants to be a star
And we are, and we are, and we are
Everyone I know wants to be a star
And we are, and we are, and we are, and we are
And we are
Now im snapping, got my (?) crackin’
Got my whole thing happen at centre stage
She’s there lookin’ up on me, desperately in love with
Just can’t get enough of me, if I’ve got fortune and
fame
Ooo, ooo..
One, two, three, four
Everyone I know wants to be a star
And we are, and we are, and we are, and we are
Everyone I know wants to be a star
Drivin’ in a limousine, even carry (?)
Everyone I know wants to be a star
And we are, and we are, and we are, and we are
And we are, and we are, and we are, and we are
Ooo, ooo..
One, two, three, four
Everyone I know wants to be a star
And we are, and we are, and we are, and we are
Everyone I know wants to be a star
Wants to be recognized, walkin’ down the boullevard
Everyone I know wanna to be a star
And we are, and we are, and we are, and we are
And we are, and we are, and we are, and we are
And we are, and we are, and we are, and we are
And you are, and you are, and you are, and you are
And you are, and you are, and you are, and you are
And you are, and you are, and you are, and you are
And you are, and you are, and you are, and you are
Everyone I know…
Spectre to beguile
Defector, a spy
Under interrogation
No answers when you ask why
New tactics employed
Infiltrate to destroy
Minefields, your mind yields
To advances of the enemy
You are the enemy
You hide, I see
Release the chaos onto our streets
You are the enemy
You hide, I see
Now captive
You will never be free
Intent on sabotage
They got inside
Claiming pure intentions
Another lie
Not forgive, not forget
Not forgive, never forget
Not forgive, not forget
Not forgive, never regret
We are the bringers of revenge
We will be your end
We do not forgive, we do not forget
We do not forgive, We will never forget
"And what shall we do
With each others secrets?
Mutual Assured Destruction
Anna learned to lie when she was young Her dad was secret agent number one He taught her to spy, steal and kill And hwo to break a prisoner's will
Operating in the dark Dead Bodies in gorky park
K, G, KGB In the name of security K, G, KGB Double life for the KGB
John came to Moscow in sixty-five There he met Anna, his future wife So they got married in sixty-six Never learned she was a bag of tricks
He worked at the embassy She worked for the KGB
John worked at the Embassy She worked for the KGB He fell for her cunning eyes Blinded for her sabotage