Espionage or spying involves a government or individual obtaining information that is considered secret or confidential without the permission of the holder of the information. Espionage is inherently clandestine, as it is taken for granted that it is unwelcome and, in many cases, illegal and punishable by law. It is a subset of intelligence gathering—which otherwise may be conducted from public sources and using perfectly legal and ethical means.
Espionage is usually part of an institutional effort by a government or corporation, and the term is most readily associated with state spying on potential or actual enemies primarily for military purposes. Spying involving corporations is known as industrial espionage.
One of the most effective ways to gather data and information about an enemy (or potential enemy) is by infiltrating the enemy's ranks. This is the job of the spy (espionage agent). Spies can bring back all sorts of information concerning the size and strength of an enemy army. They can also find dissidents within the enemy's forces and influence them to defect. In times of crisis, spies can also be used to steal technology and to sabotage the enemy in various ways. Counterintelligence operatives can feed false information to enemy spies, protecting important domestic secrets and preventing attempts at subversion. Nearly every country has very strict laws concerning espionage, and the penalty for being caught is often severe. However, the benefits that can be gained through espionage are generally great enough that most governments and many large corporations make use of it to varying degrees.
The Cambridge Five was a ring of spies, recruited in part by Russian scout Arnold Deutsch in the United Kingdom, who passed information to the Soviet Union during World War II and at least into the early 1950s. Four members of the ring have been identified: Kim Philby (cryptonym: Stanley), Donald Duart Maclean (cryptonym: Homer), Guy Burgess (cryptonym: Hicks) and Anthony Blunt (cryptonym: Johnson); jointly they are known as the Cambridge Four.
Several people have been suspected of being the "fifth man" of the group; John Cairncross (cryptonym: Liszt) was identified as such by Oleg Gordievsky, though many others have also been accused of membership in the Cambridge ring.
The term "Cambridge" in the name Cambridge Five refers to the conversion of the group to communism during their education at Cambridge University in the 1930s. The four known members all attended the university, as did the alleged fifth man, Cairncross. Debate surrounds the exact timing of their recruitment by Soviet intelligence; Anthony Blunt claimed that they were not recruited as agents until they had graduated. Blunt, a Fellow of Trinity College, was several years older than Burgess, Maclean, and Philby; he acted as a talent-spotter and recruiter.
[Beelzebub:]
Fly fleetly, lest limelights will expose
Our dodge to the camera's eye.
Go shadow their every move.
Sensors, zoom in.
[Sensors:]
Even the tendering of one dulcet dewdrop,
Which, drifting, alights from that warm, drowsy air,
Is one surplus touch for its sweet, swelling apples
To burst and brim over with velvety juice;
Ignorant of us that make their clocks tick,
They doze in the shade of the habitat's tree.
[Beelzebub:] Translators, decipher.
[Interpreters:]
The Tree of Innocence
Shoots from Nature's unsullied garden,
Gratifying their tongues
Without the tang of our grievance.
[Beelzebub:] Is this the right hand of His work?
[Sensors:] Rather He tried His sleight of hand!
[Sensors and Interpreters:]
No hand of the grandfather clock can indicate,
Nor tolling sound, the time to change time,
But we, the black field hands that steer the Wheel,
Can counter the cast-iron grasp of His Law.
[Sensors:] Hush! he awakes.
[Beelzebub:] Sensors, zoom in.
[Sensors:]
His blank eyes roll upwards
And grope for the something which he can't twig
But does tantalize him, taunt him.
His fingers are shuddering and tense with strange wonder
Yo man these niggaz is straight wack
Yaknowhati'msayin?
Yeah I know
Can't take these thievin motherf**kers
About to bring this meeting to order, yaknowhati'msayin?
For real
Chill
Yo, we gotta kill these niggaz
Chill
(danja mowf)
Yo, what's this?
Meeting called in the hall of just-ice
It's been long overdue that we discuss this
Yes it's up to the supafriendz to crush this
Clan; here's the plan: bust this
I need one man brave enough to touch this
To perform as my right hand and mush this
Noise from boys that test (uh-huh)
So how do y'all suggest that we bring it to they chest?
(kalonji)
Aiyyo danja (whattup 'cause? ) you know the squad thick
But I'm sayin let's me and you take this on some espionage shit
And start eliminating wackness with disturbed goldeneyes
(oh you mean like some supafriendz spies? )
Ahhh, now you get it, let's get camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(danja mowf)
Yeah, me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(kalonji)
Alright look, I'm sketchin out the plans (uh-huh)
And drawing diagrams (uh-huh) with high tech equipment in the caravan
(aight) we hit the spot, the parking lot
Of the nightclub where the open mic night is for them local scrubs
Sneaking through the back will security be hounding
We'll pound them and swiftly snuff out the sound men (true)
Disguised as the engineers, we amp the monitors
And headphones and shatter mc's and dj's ears *breaking glass*
With dexterity bonafide (bonafide); we slide levels up
And blow heads off with audible cyanide
First we hide, then escape creepin (c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Reachin for the keys, we leavin with the tires screechin *peels out*
(danja mowf)
Me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(kalonji)
Me and danja, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(danja mowf)
Me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(kalonji)
Me and danja, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(danja mowf)
Yess, so now we change course (alright)
And take a full page advertisement in the source (yea yea)
To make known to fake clones who got that booty flow
That we're givin free time in our brand new studio (hmmm)
We felt it was our duty though to spread it like a cootie so
We cast the bait and now we catchin more fish than hootie blow
(whaaat? ) rappers came browsin, the studio housin
Checkin out the mpc-3000 and the
Shells of sp-12's (uh-huh); the buttons
Had explosive triggers so them niggaz blew up they damn selves
And on the mic rappers drop clean; "every breath they take"
Inhaling cyanide from off the pop screen
It's not mean they deserve it (why danja? )
Cause they wack, shit
(yo use the sound booth as a gas chamber)
Aight, whatever's clever, I'm ready and I'm willing
They won't catch us pass the matches
I'll burn the down the f**king building (hahahaha)
(kalonji)
Me and danja, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(danja mowf)
Me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(kalonji)
Me and danja, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
(danja mowf)
Me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's...
Yo, I'm sitting, in the backdrop
In the beemer, with the blacktop *sounds of a keyboard*
I'm on the case, like matlock
Pushing buttons, of a laptop
To tap into the mainframe computers down at bds and soundscan
Now your billboard rating's going down man!
(kalonji)
I'm a super computer hacker deciding wack rappers fates
Tapping into the booking agencies I'm changing all they tour dates
Somehow they end up in v-a playing the same room
(you push it) nah you push it! (aight)...
Free my mind
Erase bad times
Escape the past
Think you're bright
Tell me when its time to prove you wrong
Why must you lie
To get ahead
Bring you down to earth
And see you fall
Make it so hard
You know your lose give into me
Save it for when you cry
Be so blind
With what you do
Change what was
A mistake
Tell me when its time to prove you wrong
Why must you lie
To get ahead
Bring you down to earth
And see you fall
Make it so hard
You know your lose give into me
Save it for when you cry
Tell me when its time to prove you wrong
Why must you lie
To get ahead
Bring you down to earth
And see you fall
Make it so hard
You know your lose give into me
Free my mind
Erase bad times
Escape the past
Think you're bright
Tell me when its time to prove you wrong
Why must you lie
To get ahead
Bring you down to earth
And see you fall
Make it so hard
You know your lose give into me
Save it for when you cry
Be so blind
With what you do
Change what was
A mistake
Tell me when its time to prove you wrong
Why must you lie
To get ahead
Bring you down to earth
And see you fall
Make it so hard
You know your lose give into me
Save it for when you cry
Tell me when its time to prove you wrong
Why must you lie
To get ahead
Bring you down to earth
And see you fall
Make it so hard
You know your lose give into me