In law, treason is the crime that covers some of the more extreme acts against one's sovereign or nation. Historically, treason also covered the murder of specific social superiors, such as the murder of a husband by his wife. Treason against the king was known as high treason and treason against a lesser superior was petty treason. A person who commits treason is known in law as a traitor.
Oran's Dictionary of the Law (1983) defines treason as "...[a]...citizen's actions to help a foreign government overthrow, make war against, or seriously injure the [parent nation]." In many nations, it is also often considered treason to attempt or conspire to overthrow the government, even if no foreign country is aided or involved by such an endeavour.
Outside legal spheres, the word "traitor" may also be used to describe a person who betrays (or is accused of betraying) their own political party, nation, family, friends, ethnic group, team, religion, social class, or other group to which they may belong. Often, such accusations are controversial and disputed, as the person may not identify with the group of which they are a member, or may otherwise disagree with the group leaders making the charge. See, for example, race traitor.
Felipe Andres Coronel (born February 19, 1978), better known by the stage name Immortal Technique, is an American rapper of Afro-Peruvian descent as well as an urban activist. He was born in Lima, Peru and raised in Harlem, New York. Most of his lyrics focus on controversial issues in global politics. The views expressed in his lyrics are largely commentary on issues such as class struggle, poverty, religion, government and institutional racism.
Immortal Technique has voiced a desire to retain control over his production, and has stated in his music that record companies, not artists themselves, profit the most from mass production and marketing of music. He claimed in an interview to have sold close to 200,000 copies of his three official releases.
Coronel is African-Peruvian and was born in 1978 in a military hospital in Lima. His family emigrated in 1980 to Harlem. During his teenage years he was arrested multiple times due in part to what he has said was "selfish and childish" behavior. He attended Hunter College High School on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Shortly after enrolling in Pennsylvania State University, he was arrested and charged with assault-related offenses due to his involvement in an altercation between fellow students, the charges stemming from this incident led to him being incarcerated for a year. After being paroled, he took political science classes at Baruch College in New York City for two semesters at the behest of his father, who allowed Coronel to live with him on the condition that he go to school. Honing his rapping skills in jail, and unable to find decent wage-paying employment after his release, Coronel began selling his music on the streets of New York while battling with MCs whenever the opportunity arose. This, coupled with his victories in numerous freestyle rap competitions of the New York underground hip hop scene such as Rocksteady Anniversary, Braggin Rites and others, led to his reputation as a ferocious Battle MC.
Professor Griff is an American rapper and spoken word artist. He is a member of the hip hop group Public Enemy and head of the Security of the First World.
After returning from the army, he started a security service to work the local party circuit, calling it Unity Force. At the time, Carlton Ridenhour (a.k.a. Chuck D) was part of the Spectrum City DJ-for-hire service led by Hank Shocklee, and Spectrum and Unity Force frequently worked side-by-side at local events. When Public Enemy was formed and signed to Def Jam, Ridenhour invited Griffin to be a sideman. Unity Force was renamed "The Security of the First World", or S1W for short. The S1W's were brought along, and became a curious combination of bodyguards/dancers for the band. Their stage routines were a loose combination of martial arts, military drill and "step show" dances lifted from black college fraternities.
His role was also that of road manager and "Minister of Information", the intellectual public face of the band for interviews et cetera, as Flavor Flav was the "fun" one. He was rarely MC'ing, except between songs. Professor Griff has started to emerge on the conspiracy theory scene, typically New World Order conspiracy theory. He is known for linking these allegations to past and present celebrities.
Lysander Spooner (January 19, 1808 – May 14, 1887) was an American individualist anarchist, political philosopher, Deist, abolitionist, supporter of the labor movement, legal theorist, and entrepreneur of the nineteenth century. He is also known for competing with the U.S. Post Office with his American Letter Mail Company, which was forced out of business by the United States government.
Spooner was born on a farm in Athol, Massachusetts, on January 19, 1808, and died "at one o'clock in the afternoon of Saturday, May 14, 1887, in his little room at 109 Myrtle Street, [Boston,] surrounded by trunks and chests bursting with the books, manuscripts, and pamphlets which he had gathered in his active pamphleteer's warfare over half a century long."
Spooner advocated what he called Natural Law – or the "Science of Justice" – wherein acts of initiatory coercion against individuals and their property were considered "illegal" but the so-called criminal acts that violated only man-made legislation were not.
John Sidney McCain III (born August 29, 1936) is the senior United States Senator from Arizona. He was the Republican presidential nominee in the 2008 United States election.
McCain followed his father and grandfather, both four-star admirals, into the United States Navy, graduating from the U.S. Naval Academy in 1958. He became a naval aviator, flying ground-attack aircraft from aircraft carriers. During the Vietnam War, he was almost killed in the 1967 USS Forrestal fire. In October 1967, while on a bombing mission over Hanoi, he was shot down, seriously injured, and captured by the North Vietnamese. He was a prisoner of war until 1973. McCain experienced episodes of torture, and refused an out-of-sequence early repatriation offer. His war wounds left him with lifelong physical limitations.
He retired from the Navy as a captain in 1981 and moved to Arizona, where he entered politics. Elected to the U.S. House of Representatives in 1982, he served two terms, and was then elected to the U.S. Senate in 1986, winning re-election easily four times, most recently in 2010. While generally adhering to conservative principles, McCain at times has had a media reputation as a "maverick" for his willingness to disagree with his party on certain issues. After being investigated and largely exonerated in a political influence scandal of the 1980s as a member of the Keating Five, he made campaign finance reform one of his signature concerns, which eventually led to the passage of the McCain-Feingold Act in 2002. He is also known for his work towards restoring diplomatic relations with Vietnam in the 1990s, and for his belief that the war in Iraq should be fought to a successful conclusion. McCain has chaired the Senate Commerce Committee, opposed spending that he considered to be pork barrel, and played a key role in alleviating a crisis over judicial nominations.
Plot
Trade shown, reviewed and released as "Heaven Only Knows," for a short while until the exhibitors (in mostly small town situations) started complaining that customers were staying away in droves because they thought it was a religious film. UA pulled it back, in the same release year, and retitled it "Montana Mike" and sent it back out again, one of the few instances where an original title and an alternate title occurred in the same original release period or year, despite some sources that seem to think original and alternate and re-issue titles all came about in the same year. Actually it was a "religious" film or, to be more specific, a "religious fantasy" film. but it sold well in the stix as a Western, and worked well as one also. It seems that in Heaven, the Book of Life and The Book of Destiny are all out of balance because of one guy, a Montana saloon keeper and cold, ruthless killer, and the problem is the angels forgot to make a entry in the Book of Life for him. So a Heavenly Messenger named Michael---evidently a favorite name for angels in movies or else some people have long memories---is sent down to do what he can in getting the books balanced. Dance-hall girl Marjorie Reynolds and preacher's-daughter Jorja Curtwright help complicate the auditing.
Keywords: angel, church, dog, gunfight, heaven, lynch-mob, saloon, title-spoken-by-character
Raise a treason delights love
Raise a treason tonight…
The wall is closing town
Midnight blue
You saw it on my back
Black and blue
The eyes are watching us
Like a zoo
The morning never comes
In front of you
Don't know
The way we should go
Don't know
How long until dawn
Don't know
Allies and foes
Oh, why don't you hold me
Now?
Raise a treason delights love
Raise a treason tonight
Raise a treason delights love
It all starts here with my disgrace
I give you my life then I run in haste
In this false life something needs to give
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong
With my two lips I will praise your name
Then I turn around and only curse and blame
I give in, strength is thin, adding to my shame
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong
Your blood it covered all my sin
You changed a traitor into kin
In this false life something needs to give
Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
Just to see if anything comes back You took any fight that I had left So low cannot comprehend the depth Sinking with quickness Easily dismissed A double-edged sword so hard to swallow Within your words I wallow And wait And wait for a reason And wait And wait for a reason Committing treason Trying myself Sentenced to knowing the difference And pretending anything can help Throw it all away Just to see if anything comes back
Our lives have turned sad
The harvest again was bad
And it's growing worse hungry children cry
They pray to a new god while their people die
But fortune does not grow from a lie
What is our hope when kings betray
Sigurd was too strong but in ambush they lay
His brother helped and he was paid in gold
Now Sigurd lies dead bloodless and cold
Treason dwells in our king
He lies betrays and kills at night
What fortune can it bring?
Treason walks in this land
The Gravskin murders smile on his face
But blood is on his hands
King Tryggve was strong
And Erik's sons feared him well
So in the dark of the night
He was stabbed and fell
And Sigurd's son they tried to buy
But he remembered his father and saw the lie
Treason dwells in our king
He lies betrays and kills at night
What fortune can it bring?
Treason walks in this land
The Gravskin murders smile on his face
When I see my face,
In the mirror again,
I see the days...
Around me almost
Nothing
It was just mistake...
My thoughts are lost somewhere
Too far
I know it's the end,
What to say,
Or to affraid?
Sleep in peace, time will come.
I see the world,
Around me,
Which makes me fear,
Only one word in my mind:
TREASON!
I live to fear,
To be lost
Maybe I will save...
Maybe I will save just you
[Ref.1:]
Living and running,
Live against the wind,
Don't believe in other place,
Because you're away,
You are away.
Stand up and shout,
You need to stand up,
Not everything is lost
Wanna live in fear! ?
Time has come.
Some voice is calling you,
Start to walk forward,
Believe in your destiny,
Save your self,
Save your self...
[Ref.2:]
Living and running,
Live against the wind,
Don't believe in other place,
Because you're away,
Remember your name
Look behind
Live in peace...
You don't know what to say,
While standing face to face,
With the non understood -
You feel the fear,
You feel the fear...
Take your chance,
Take the days,
Take the moment,
Run into your dreams.
[Originally by Naked Raygun]
Words: j. stacy
Music: j. stacy / e. amato / t. calzini
I have a window in my mind
I can turn to look right through you
Won't cost you anything but time
To see me feel like you do
Your cold and frozen mind
Locked in a winter's season
You only live your life one time
Now you must find a reason
I'm standing in your shoes
I feel your conscience cut right through me
Sensation oh so cruel
You keep your pain so close and cozy
I see a complicated maze
Debris of dead compassion
A love came like a hurricane
Then left it's devastation
While you are breaking down
You're building up your best defenses
And when you finally drown
You'll lose your lover and your senses
I'll be the padding in your cell
An iceburg floating in your hell
You can lean on me
Believe in someone or in something
The sun is shining bright
The sky is blue and waiting for you
Stay inside your darkened room
And all your troubles will consume you...
Depression is a sin
Your temple is a prison
Tomorrow breaks you down again
Never thought a girl would try and play me like this
Never thought I'd be a fool betrayed by a kiss
The love we had between us did it exist
I'll never know now I'll never know
So come along with your alibis
They're juste evil lies to me
I can see it written in your eyes
This is no surprise
So tell it to your others baby
The words I'm hearing are sounding like treason
The way I'm feeling it's leaving me cold
The air between us is dropping to freezin'
What's the reason
For your treason
Oooh yeah
Guess messing with my boy is setting the tone
I'm left in pieces and it's hurting me so
Cause I gave you everything my body and soul
We're so over we're so over
You and me forever just the other day
But now I'm so betrayed
There's no way you could make it better
[Refrain x2]
Guilty as charged you left me for dust
Why'd you do it girl
Tore me apart now you're breaking my trust
Why you're breaking my world
I never thought girl you'd push it that far
Wanna push it now
But I guess I learned just who you really are
Come on come on
[Refrain]
Never thought a girl whould try and play me like this
Never thought I'd be a fool betrayed by a kiss
The love we had between us did it exist
I'll never know now I'll never know
[Refrain]
The worlds I'm hearing are sounding like treason
Wish I was dreaming it's hurting for real
I think I've enough and I should be leaving
No more teasing
Institutes of condemn
Tranquility of repetition
An act of betrayal
Indoctrination since birth
Controlled denial
Of inner development
Dominating structures
Influenced by doctrines
Society and its beliefs
Your own rules and values
Are overruled by mass beliefs
Indoctrination since birth
By institutes
Which claim to know the truth
Treason
An act of deliberate betrayal
Disloyality by virtue of subversive behavior
Indoctrination since birth
By institutes
Which seem so absolute
Treason
Responsibility
For circumstance
Of itself and its surroundings
Cannot be attributed
To dominating structures
Of ideologies embodied
We're rolling through the cities
With your fighting unit
We're searching for our targets
And killing silently
The knife in the boot
The shotgun in the hand
That's how we cut down the enemy
The wire noose in the jacket
The lead pipe in the pocket
That's how we cut the enemy
Treason, treason, treason
We accepted the assignment
With our racing militia
We searched throughout the country
But what we found was an ambush
And now we're only four
But we're fighting for you all
We're not stopping for anything
Not even for this mighty force
We're not afraid of anything
'Cause we're RUMBLE MILITIA
An informer betrayed us
We were surrounded
And we could not escape
Torn-up bodies all around us
All of our brothers
Paid with their lives
Now we're only four
But we're fighting for all of you
Now we're only four
[Intro: Akir]
Yeah, One Enterprises, Viper Records
Presents Akir, Immortal Technique
And this is "Treason" bitch, uhh
[Immortal Technique:]
I'm not down with the conscious rap, or the Sambos
My flow is cancerous milk like Monsanto's
sold through the hood, in a package of murder
I'm like white people, get fired and back with a burner
Gauge 5 semi, with the infrared beams
So fuck the Ku Klux and the Combat-18 (fuck y'all)
I put bullets in your spleen, sendin you to the grave
And through all that, a motherfucker still get paid
And cause of that, some niggaz can't stand me man (hahaha)
But that's the curse of the slave like Candyman (yeah)
House niggaz that traded they soul to get ahead (jiggaboo!)
And then fucked over for placin they faith in the feds (snitch)
So while the government, talk about a mission to Mars
They leave the hood, stuck in a position to starve
Capitalism's a religion that makes Satan a god
And teaches self-righteous people to embrace a facade
[DP One scratches*: "Say what?"]
[Chorus x2: Akir + Immortal Technique]
It's a cut-throat business the way that we live
Born in the hood, tryin to see a better life for the kids
It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal
But it's treason, when you turn your back on your people
[DP One scratches: "Say what?"]
[Akir:]
Yo, yo, they be manipulatin, politicians delegatin
Task of perpetratin, sounds like Satan makin racist statements
of abomination, niggaz pray to somethin sacred
Waitin for that force to save 'em, instead of savin
Movin destinations, property papers, waitin on your 40 acres
'til you old and ancient, swole or achin while the hole is gapin
To cake to make your way in
I pray to God but all the "Amens" in the world'll never make your aim win
Famous celebrity could fall off like lepracy, they tellin me
So I pay attention, fuck the envy and the jealousy
Y'all niggaz could save, Akir's a latest rave
Saw me chillin on The Source page, fanbases span race
Complete with shorties that blaze, be revered in my old age
from rippin the stage, and even then from above when I wave
Throwin flowers on my grave, burnin sage
Sayin, "Thanks A, who made ways for freein the slaves," uhh
[Chorus]
[Immortal Technique:]
Immortal Technique, Indian chief, Lord Sovereign
Bear claw necklace and the puma moccasins
Legal money motherfucker, you could bring the coppers in
Cause I'ma take a shit on 'em, without Johnny Coch-a-ran
Spittin Prometheus fire, when I speak to a liar
I'm the last of the Essenes that'll teach a messiah
Rip your heart out, with the technique of a Maya
Cause only snitches and Kanye speak +Through a Wire+
[Akir:]
Freshest attire, speak with desire, close to the passion
I fall from Elijah, size up the evilest liars who think they conspire
Music qualify as paranoia, mental occupiers
Tight, like a pair of pliers, brain's fried up
And so I aspire to erase the pride, usin amplifiers
to inspire my people, we should hire
Like a lion fightin vampires tired on his way to Zion
Never expire, only retire when they call me Sire
[I.T.:] It's a cut-throat business the way that we live
[Akir:] Born in the hood, tryin to see a better life for the kids
[I.T.:] It ain't wrong to make money, legit or illegal
[Akir:] But it's treason, when you turn your back on your people, yo
Slumber nailed fear
Retribution reach me
Deceive leashed cross
Traitor
Church breeds witchery
Sorcerers ravage dance
Come and kiss his throne
Betrayer
Trace the liturgy
Wallow in fragile lies
when crown bares my thorns
Reach for me
How luster of sainted viper
seduces thy daughters with ease
Trace the liturgy
Inbred truth so hollow
Be the one above trinity
Accuser
Ascend through immortal blood
Revere my reign with screams
Patricide
I've been living through changes
And i could swing for you
I can see the veins in my hands
Are showing through
But if you disguise what
This things are doing to me
If you criticize them
I'll know that you can see
Until you realise
It's just a story
Consequently my reaction
Was getting very strange
I can see your course of action
Leading to a change
You've got to get ready for me
Is it real
Or is it treason
Is it treason
I've been living through changes
It's not the same thing every day
I hope it's not my age
But i wouldn't like to say
Mirror hopping days of coarse reaction
Oh it's very hard to fight
I tried to find a plan of action
But i couldn't get it right
Until you realise
Why me?
Why am I down?
Why feel
I'm not whole?
Why feel
so far below?
I'm free to go
Why dream?
Why partake?
Why be half
of a weak embrace
of time
and place
and lose space?
Deep down inside
I know the reasons, reasons
In faces I see lies
While they try to hide their eyes
Man, it hurts inside
It's like treason, treason, treason, treason
Soft ground
politics
Inside
dealing tricks
I can't
pick a side
you decide
What plan?
What design?
Can they
have in mind?
Have they
lost their minds?
Have I lost mine?
It's never just black or white
I know the reasons, reasons,
What I feel makes me alive
Ggoes beyond what they decide
Can't fight what gives you life
I´ve lost the battle
I´ve sunken deep into the abyss
I am forsaken
I can not comprehend this
If the truth will set you free
You are as locked up as you all can be
ALIVE, for a moment I was alive
I FEEL, but what I feel is never real
This is an act of treason
This is the TRUTH ON A SILVER LINE
We all stand alone
Turning our BLOODSHED INTO WHINE
If the truth will set you free
You are as locked up as you all can be
ALIVE, for a moment I was alive
I FEEL, but what I feel is never real
What I feel is never real
ALL I CAN CONTROL IS OUT OF REACH
ALIVE, for a moment I was alive
FOR A MOMENT I WAS ALIVE