While growing up in the ghetto
My time went fast
see I be stealing from the grown ups
running from the tasks
as i dash through the grass everyday
skipping class
my daddy dont be tripping
so you can kiss my ass
pass the doogie doobie lefthand side
only nine years old getting high getting high
I wonder why my teacher's sweating me
I did my history It dont relate to me
my gpa 1.3
see i remember places the names streets dates
anybody rolling with stolen license plates
but if that faked out of date shit
wasnt in my way
ask me anything or where im from
i bet i get an A minus
in fact i am the finest
counting male faster than you can say your highness
dont combat me with dryness
cos i know the definition of any slang word
so what's that synonym you're wishing?
I want to be a lawyer
accused of a liar like LaToya
so im dropping the fourth grade
slinging lemonade
I am my own keeper
a young o'erachiever
ten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beaver
now I lay me down to sleep
cos i cant eat my noodles right
dead bodies every other night
we fucking up the appetite
tragedy is an everyday thing
put on a video game sit some time
if i can stand the pain
give me the knowledge from the street
now watch me learn it
I went to get a job
but too young for a work permit
dont come my way (fool)
I might just have to gack
they say we growing up fast
but we just dying faster
chorus
always dropping the good or villain cop
slam the child on the hard concrete
repeat
Well it's June 17th
it couldnt have came to me no quicker
11 years old
my chest a little thicker
how you figger
my life is gonna be bigger and better
when that path im rolling on
is similar to that crooked letter
once i get a better view
to check out that avenue
its drug infested
planted there just for me to be tested
on the hard concrete
now it's three years later
came for me literally
caught me up stacking that refrigerator
ator
catching shirley down the block
in the bucket
she stepped to the back
that's when i stuck it fuck it
my first piece of butt
it was just my luck
cause nine months later
at my door she showed up
damn I was stuck
reminiscing in my seat
I just turned sixteen but to me
it's not sweet
no edumaction
this combination of ghetto life
is a straine pass the ben gay cream
Eighteen looking as old as Don King
The indo in my brain
keep asking my
how many years is it until my life expectancy
well let's see
another three done take away
and now the hustling games a part of me
everyday
my life is on the line
fool you can catch my fist
cos any other place
can be a better place than this
im now dismissed
my body hit the concrete
the bullet had no name
as it was introduced to me
the next morning
headline front page
young man shot cos of death of age
Try to rise above it all
or drown in ...
chorus
man this is really something repeat
(chorus)This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check one two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
*repeat chorus*
I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face
Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
*chorus*
There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
Like taking tupperware to an ";all you can eat";
Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt
And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete
Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin on a futon while you're clippin coupons
Eatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons
'Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
Alot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent with the povery rate
You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
*chorus*
You like this song cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
Arguements about money usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin like a pager when the battery's low
And you just don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feels like a year spent
And you can write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers
Now don't accept my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them
It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle cause they're tryin to push and shove you
I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you
*chorus*
[Boots]
We don't make no damn Mickey Mouse music!
* Pam the Funkstress cuts ";I shot the sherriff"; *
F.T.S. with The Coup, whatchu wanna do?
F.T.S., Coup
Chorus: Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)
Undas, Cops, Pigs and Shit
They be gettin on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I'll kick back, and live life immaculate (you say)
[Vexx]
Exchange data, no contact, no matta
Eternally, you'll find, information to be, God sent
The soul, my body's bein spent like some dope shit
All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't help but talk about the way my people been raped
Right about now, I'm bout to set some shit straight
To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors
who has the made the whole nation backslide, to homicide
Almost and damn near, genocide
We all need to check our soul inside
Have you ever seen a human body landslide?
How bout some tanks doin a driveby
or a bomber droppin napalm from way high?
We long live, but sometimes we got ta die
The whole world's about to bow man, that ain't no lie
You betta find yo'self befo' yo'self takes all your time
[Boots]
One mo' gen now
Chorus
[Clap]
Bump you.. it got to be.. hot to me..
A cop to me.. could burn in hell
We re-bel.. we don't swell like the pressure
Tester.. even leave the best of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold.. delivery
Deliberately slippery when wet
You moist yet? You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while it's slippin
The hippity hop, hit you, cause it get you
so god damn krunk, bang that wild shit; read:
god damn bump, ransom stylist, thick
Rich like 69 dollar shit
Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, fla-vory expedition mission
Free the land Africa, Africa listen..
Listen..
[Boots]
Hah.. bring it back now
Chorus
[Boots]
Can you feel it? I can feel it
..
Now if this party was a class I'd be a teacher
It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature
Now if this party was a car I'd be the driver
I'm rappin third, the mic is smellin like saliva
The emperor, that motherfucker's .. ass naked
We'll take you higher than when you had yo' last dank hit
It's not surprisin that when folks start to uprisin
there's police on the horizon, they been there all along
they just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep
the peace they gotta make the bosses money increase
You never seen the police break up a strike
by hittin the BOSS with his baton pipe
And you ain't never gon' see one
but when we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker
Much love to my folkers, all aces and jokers
Chorus
F.T.S., The Coup
A-hah
Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X)
It ain't Indonesia, China White
Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight
Take my shit we gon' have to fight
I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin' right
[Boots]
I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire
More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes
Like cleats wit' spikes I clings to my turf tight
Get, low like a Smurf might earth is my birthright
You salivate at the sound of the bell
I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk
Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell
when I'm shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail
When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot I'm yellin', ";Gimme all the loot!";
Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute
Chillin' in a house of ill repute
But is you wearin' canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits?
Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics
Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick
Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin'
Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC
Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducive
Jailtime producin', silly Lilliputians!
This Gulliver, come equipped with a fo'-fo'
and twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do'
Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render
And we don't give a fuck if we missin a fender
Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender
Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender
This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic
This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic
Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted
Come and get some, if you ain't got it
Chorus
[Boots]
Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating!
I accuse you of NIGGA-hating!
And exploitating for PROFIT making.. don't cop a plea
cause I'm B-double-O-T, from the C-O-U the P
I feel my epedermis at it's firmest just befo' a skirmish
If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos
Aspired to be famous, puttin fire in their anus
Made the rulin' class hate us more than child sup-port payments
to Rosemary's Baby, shick-a-shick-shady!!
Pissin' in your gumbo and they tell you, ";It's all gravy!";
See you can't trust a big grip and a smile
And I slang rocks - but Palestinian style
Now there's a rumble in the jungle never mumble though I humble
Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble
Who's pimpin', your bundle? I'm _Fly_ like, Seth Brundle
If you're snitchin' to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble
Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make
And what the boss take is keepin' us from livin' great
If this ain't straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate
You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate
Don't get frustrated, discombobulated
Don't stand and debate it, get a mob and take it!
Til then it's food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smellin' couches
Overturned garbage cans wit' no Oscar the Grouches
Makin' money sellin plastic pouches
As Mystikal would say, ";My flo' is covered wit' roaches!";
Absotively, posolutely, can't do without it
The Shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it!
Chorus
[Bridge]
Systematic playa-hation
Green paper complications
Got my ass an education
Can I get an application??
[Boots]
Pam the Funkstress
* Pam cuts n scratches Prince: ";Thank you for a funky time.."; *
[Boots]
It's kinda funky..
Mat Machine-Gun Kelly!
[Del]
It's the Repo Man! Reposession is my occupation
It's not my fault you facin foreclosure, I told ya
I'm just an agent, workin for the man
and his manuscript say you owe him for this land
Don't cry to me, and don't lie to me
Actin like you ain't home, fakin on the phone
You shoulda thought about that when you bought the Benzy
You missed a few increments
now we gotta come and get yo' shit
If you slip on the payments
I get paid to make sure that you pay rent
or get out, throw all your clothes in the streets
Frozen meats, out your refridgerator
then my boys come back and get it later with the forklift
Heh, we don't care how hard you worked, we takin yo' shit
It's too late, your payment's way past your due date
You couldn't hide from me, even with a new face
or plastic surgery, your debt's outstandin
I don't care about your family, don't hand me
no excuses, you know it's useless, no one's stoppin me
Just get off the property before I bring the cops with me
Possibly, this could turn into a criminal act
Gimme your fax machine, PlayStation in the basement
adjacent, to the big screen television
You can't tell the system no, we gotta get the dough
The company want they G's, or the keys
to the convertible, and hey, nothin personal, okay?
I'm just doin my job (you know?)
Collectin on your debts, now you're losin a wad
Bruisin your wallet, whatever in your pocketbook
all get took, to my agency, then they payin me
It ain't phasin me, that's my thing
When I mob off witcha shit, listen to me sing
La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8X*
[Boots]
*thck* One, paycheck from sleepin on the street
*tchka* Two/too, many bills my scrill don't meet
*tchka* Three day notice from the landlord on the seat
Fo-fo', caliber shots ain't discrete
But motherfuckers still jack frequent, no secret
cause they shit be delinquent
And on closer inspection, reposession collection
motivates birth protection in the brokest section
In other words, the ghetto
Repo Man, pullin strings like Giupetto
Squeeze two at him, let go
Cause I just gotta be real
I'm tired of informercials with them five-year payment deals
See I was sleepin on the carpet in my apartment
when I heard my car ignition cause somebody sparked it
So I run all the way down the hallway full throttle
Don't give in is my motto, so I bust him with a bottle
He screamin, ";Whatchu gon' pay me with?";
Then he started laughin singin crazy shit
[Del] La la la la la la la, la la la la la
I said, ";SHUT THE FUCK UP,"; and then I banked him in the jaw
But that was no use, even though he skidaddled
bill collectors make my phone rattle, tell my kids don't tattle
When you pick up the receiver, I'm sick with a fever
You don't know where I am either
Even hillbillies at a party linedancin
get they Ford trucks with poor financing
Banks that give the loan figure - damn, in the worst case
we makin money cause we had it in the first place!
And where was it that they got that cash from?
You when you deposit it from bustin yo' ass
Well two weeks after that last altercation
I noticed my front lock had a slight alteration
My TV was gone and out the window from my room
I heard the Repo Man sing his devious tune, it went
[Del] La la la la la la la, la la la la la *repeat 8X*
B: Hello
D: Yes, I would like to speak to Boots from the rap group The Coop.
B: It's The Coup, and this is Boots. Speak
D: Well my name is Dick Doolittle and I'm a reporter from Grime magazine
and we would like to comment on the tragic riots--
B: Not a riot, it's a rebellion
D: Well the tragic rebellion?
B: Man, tragic for who?
D: Well there's havoc in the streets, the police have lost control over the
people, criminals are running free from jail, and people are actually
taking property from big businesses, it's full of complete chaos
B: That's not chaos, that's progress
D: Mm-hmm, OK, is that your comment?
B: No, this is it
[Boots]
Check it out, it's the motherfucking C-O-U
To the P now you're fucking with the real dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
Getting drunk off liberation fuck the Hennessey
Cause you calmly kept us down for far too long
Now you're going up in smoke like Cheech and Chong
And the song ";I Ain't the Nigga"; is the Constitution
Niggers die but Africans make revolution
So what happens when a people do not get their dues
Well it's tried there's a riot so flip on the news
And let's go reach the 98th here in Oaktown
But let's just say for story's sake that it's in your town
A hundred brothers taking factories, Warren's law is gutters
And now they're handing out free chicken and free peanut butter
Free food to the people, how it should be
But now let's go a few blocks over to 7-3
Channel 2 says at the mall twelve cops got shot
Cause there's eight hundred sisters taking over Eastmont
With nines and AK's doing the right think like Spike Lee
And now their babies got free Pampers and free Nikes
Up at the schoolhouse they said motherfuck a hall pass
Until you teach the truth, check it we ain't going to class
You're teaching lies, we got wise, now we realize
There's no end to this road, you disguised the prize
So peep game for real mental penetration
Our education's liberation
Things ain't gon' never be the same x2
At 6-9 there's a rally and it's swinging
Through the crowd with a thousand voices singing
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
Motherfuckers took over, and now we running the show
We don't give a damn about section eight though
For what we really need we're gonna have to take mo'
The same thing was heard in the A courts
In Kendall Village, across the bay in Fillmore
And in the hills where all the rich folks live
They're in shock we're not failing to vote and build
Instead of brothers on stage singing ";Do me";
A black man has a gauge singing ";Do this, see?";
All of a sudden everybody is out of jail
But it's funny cause no one is out on bail
And somebody shoved some police against the wall
I guess today they should've worn their clean drawers
Cause an ambulance came, that's the reality
There's now a new meaning to police brutality
All we need is satisfaction
We don't want just a fraction
And we've come to
A conclusion
Revolution is the solution
Check it
Now the uzi's that were once used to kill each other
Are now used to serve and protect the brothers
And the sisters cause they're packing .45's and nines
We're down for revolution not just down for their behinds
Cause the word is heard across the bay and in L.A.
In New York, NY, Chicago, and Atlanta, G-A
We gives a fuck if you've got money and the millions
Cause motherfucker we've got posse in the billions
So break yourself Bush, it's collection day
Break yourself Trump, it's collection day
Break yourself DuPont, it's collection day
You stole the shit from my great granddaddy anyway
The liquor stores around, but they're not selling beer or ale
Motherfuckers selling Molotov cocktails
To the crew, so light up a brew
And this is what is meant by a god damned coup
DJ O on the cut y'all
Ah yes, K-Mack's on the strings y'all
This ones a girl lets name her pam.(2ce)
pam cos the wrecker
yall better recognize this is dope enough
yall beter recognzie this be dope enough to make you holler
promise me to stop
promise me to stop and step
not
not as smooth with it so
not as smooth with it so what can you do with it
come up come up man repeat
Get it up, i mean give it up fool,
now give me those minerals and those jewels
because its me the e o v atech and im back with this jacket
getting up on some products that im lacking
well im that other goofless type of brother
oh you aint heard about my antique shit
i ran clique for mr b
they left the us frantic
get us all romantic
before they fucked us trying to hand trick
with a glock fore they bust us
four hundred years ago fool where is my gold?,
the year is 94 black folks aint taking it no more
be on the rise the coup is not the bad guys
you know taking it from the rich giving it back to the poor
so yo put your two faced ass on the floor and get real
i cant feed my family with a happy meal
to the rescue but not long ranger with the lass
so i got the 9mm pointed at your ass
yo so mr ibm
give it up smooth
cos this time all of your bowels gonna move
see its a family thing
so dont even trip
my cousin jetty got the nine
and my mama got the extra clip
so please oh please oh please give me them nikes and free cheese
and while your on them knees break me off of my gees
cos
chorus
we are taking these if you please
cheerio
we are taking these if you dont please
check it out
repeat
knock knock motherfucka let me in
i just wanna kick it in your big ass den
and if you dont like it take two to the chin
and show me to the kitchen cos my kids are getting thin
i dont have to talk shit about packing a gack in fact
you could get fucked by any other motherfucker
where i live at
hear that money here is crystal clear punk
fuck that fiscal year junk
meet the pistol gripped punk
pistol gripped punk meet mr rockefeller
we gonna take em out do em like ole yella
its been too damn long this proper day mutual
thats why today it wont be business as usual
call me the repo man
im a make you equal and
im get you if yo play my little sequel can
i know your down with the klan
but you must understand
you did the crime
so now its time to put this 9 in my hand.
so put the money in the bag and 86 the tricks
dont forget to add grits with those afro picks
and free licks on that ass
cos my ass is living fat
boots you got my back where the fuck you at.
im gettting ammunition out the pinto hatchback
refer to this as operation snatchback
because i got the bullets and the hollow tips to distribute equally
so whos the niggas thugs and pimps you mention frequently
take me with frequency now i know you got mail
and if my glocks fails
take a sip of this molotov cocktail
oh is that your rolls royce
come off up them keys cos we are taking these
even if you dont please
chorus
how does it feel when you got no food
take out the supermarkets so the people wouldnt feel the move
how does it feel when you got no cash
how the fuck you thank you for it when your pocket singing naked land?
i choose to rock the boat instead to rock the boat
and threw the mayors body in the bay
to see if it will sink or float.
you try to be anectomy you cant we got agility
we taking factories production plants and all facilities
we got a gang of motherfuckas who done eat their wheaties
no pipsqueaks you swimming in your own feces
proved us now you are through with us and dont need us
should i use the rubber cos this shit developing up like a fetus
16 condos packed full of chickens
i ride shot gun and my trigger finger's itching
this shit is real we got the info meal
is to drop it of fat the spot the 20 30 cubbile
i give a fuck if you the army navy or marines
aint seen the news cos you're bubblepacking uzi magazines
I see the po folks pull the trigger and flip the birdies 6 feet in the dirt
cos I guess he hadn't heard that
chorus
(Check it out now)
[Chorus]
We - we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We - we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
(Check it out now)
[Chorus]
[Boots]
Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed
I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
Now philosophically you'd be opposed
to one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
that you go eat a dick as employment froze
And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
were there to bury me under the gravel
Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe; you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and
[Chorus]
(Check it out now)
[Boots]
In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street CEO
There was all of this hell well and not one hero
The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified
There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
It's an equal division and then we go to prison, which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen and complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that
[Chorus]
(Check it out now)
[Interlude - repeat 8X]
Get your work up! Get your work up!
[Boots]
We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust
Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands they can't sanitize
We're the have-nots, but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits
[Chorus]
(Check it out now)
[Chorus]
(Check it out now)
[Interlude]
Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in your flow tonight
So you can transform my world
Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in you flow tonight
So you can transform my world
Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in your flow tonight
So you can transform my world
Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in you flow tonight
So you can transform my world
Have you thought about it too?
Because we are here for you
When you have nothing to lose
All the people feel it too
You do have a way out baby
And together we can breath free air
Have you thought about it too?
Because we are here for you
When you have nothing to lose
All the people feel it too
I know they wanna isolate you
(yeah)
Give you nothing to relate to
(yeah)
We're gonna have to break this whole mother fucker down
So loneliness
Don't let it overtake you
When you feel so all alone
Know you have a home
(Chorus)
Uhhhh!!
I wanna piss on your grave!
make me feel alright!
Yaa Yaa Yaa!!
(Repeat)
While you was eatin'
T-bone steaks
in palatial estates,
ornate with gates that automate
so those you hate could only spectate,
I was kissing my mate
through iron grates
while the guards wait,
50 cent rate for making license plates.
My papermate pen shakes
vibrates from 808 quakes
over breaks
dug outta crates
that sag from weight
of the vinyl plates...
girls work till they back ache
and their breasts con't lactate
you're laughin' to the bank
smilin', showin' all your plaque flakes
contesting, contesting 1,2,3
never shoulda been put in the penitentiary
Boots from The Coup would like to say
I'll shove these foodstamps down your throat
just to block your airway
and that's the fair way 'cuz everyday
you're on a moola mission
military killin' millions 'til you low on ammunition
bodies beyond recognition
twisted complex positions
then their kids work in your factories
and die of malnutrition
see your net profit stats
hold some murderous facts
but if you listen to the news you mighta
heard it was blacks
you got us herded in shacks
I got the pertinent tax
how 'bout the one for when I bust my ass
and you relax
I'll hit your head wit an axe
play soccer wit' your brain
to make it official
slice your jugular vein
still writin' songs that my momma could sang
and if you feel some yellow drips on your skull
it ain't rain.
(Chorus)
That bitch ass on the front of a buck
never gave a fuck
he forced his black women slaves
to give him dick sucks
and when he bust a nut
he'd laugh and cackle
let the leather whip crackle
send 'em back to pick tobacco
shackled
wouldn't give 'em nil
so his homies stacked bills
fought on flatland and hill
to keep the british out the till, scrill
kept Washington dumpin' 'em in ditches
so slave owning son of a bitches
could keep their riches
which is how the war got funded
with two centuries of juice
from Black slaves bodies
and the profits they produced
you could deduce
that these men might win
fit right in
and make rights then
just for rich white men
so they quit fightin'
and wrote up a declaration
protective decoration
for their business operations
a gorilla pimpin' nation, no freedom - just savage
now the whole world's ravaged
from their hunger for the cabbage
Your fifth period history teacher
tellin' lies like a tweeker
bump this song through the speaker
watch they face get weaker
'less they righteous and they kickin' the facts
they gon' smile cuz this shit is on wax
one thing I gots to ask
George Washington down in hell can you see me?
I'm standin' on your grave
and I'm finsta take a pee-pee!
Tour guide: Excuse me sir, did you say you have to pee?
Boots: Nah, I said I love it here in D.C.
Tour guide: Well, anyway folks, continuing on with the tour.
We're here at the Arlington National Cemetary.
Behind all of you, right where the gentleman with the afro is standing,
is the grave of of America's first and greatest hero, our first president --
Pants unzipping
George Washington
Piss hitting the ground
Ohh, uh-uhhhh.
Cameras click
(Chorus)
Knock knock muthafucka, yes once again
I'll make you pay for your sins
in the trunk o' your Benz
see youse an always fitted
always acquitted
parasitic leech
cain't be burned off my back
wit' no fiery speech
your hands is soft as a peach
cuz you ain't never did work
been rich ever since
your daddy's dick went squirt
have you ever hurt from your back?
ducked from rat-a-tat-tats?
seen your mama on crack?
lived in a pontiac?
drank baby similac
so you could have protein?
(just for enough energy
to hustle up some mo' green?)
I could paint some mo' scenes
vergin' on the obscene
but I'd rather show up at your palace
with a mob scene
I spoke to my accountant
who spoke to my attorney
who counseled my financial advisor
on a gurney
it's about fifty dollars
and that's almost like a sale
cuz it costs too damn much
to let your rich ass inhale
true liberation ain't no word in the head
I'm yellin' murder 'em dead
for some fish, steak and bread
you pay me 10 g's a year,
I pay you fifteen million hun'ed???
Sorry, you just ain't in the budget...
(Chorus)
sample -- ";Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans";, Ice Cube
(cut and scratched by DJ Pam the Funkstress)
Verse One: Boots
In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite economy
Verse Two: E Roc
In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to hoe
As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat
(One two three) everybody get a gat
Verse Three: Boots
Ahhhhhh yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls... are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
and what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to tame us
here's a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was
And a left and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue
Outro: E Roc, Boots
[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw some shots out?
[B] Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
[E] Ay, but ain't this a freestyle?
[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free
[E] Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway
*guns are cocked*
[B] Awright fuckit, who y'all wanna throw some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything
Let's throw some shots out
[E] Yeah
*blam, blam blam*
[B] Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a goodbye for his ass
*gun cocked*
[E] Uh-huh
*blam*
[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
*guns cocked*
[E] The who?
[B] You know who they are, awright
*blam blam, blam*
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
[E] Yeah whassup wit him?
[B] Awright
*blam*
[E] Got him!
[B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., *guns cocking repeatedly throughout*
The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
[E] Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.
[B] Awright, load up
[E] Yeah, here's a loaded club for yo' ass
*semi-automatic*
[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay check it out
[E] I can't stand dem fools
[B] Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool
*semi-automatic*
[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun cocks*
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who else? *gun cocks*
[B] Tom Bradley
[E] Who else? *gun cocks*
[B] David Dinkins, ay, line em up
[E] Yeah be true to the game
*blam blam blam blam*
[B] Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do?
[E] Let's get the fuck up outta here
[B] Aight cool, we out
[Spice-1]
stepping up out of my cell
with santos and county blues handcuffs and shackles
gonna ride up on that grey goose,
coming out of a case
cos i was strapped with my nines
they see these drawers that im wearing
muthafuckas aint mine nigga
excuse me homie can i hit that mista
niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue
aint this a bitch some niggas are scared to here
fool i'm with it
so phone check
nigga get the fuck off the line
before i stick your ass in here and have to do some more timeplayer
want to give me the strap cos i was strapped with a glock
i guess i got to sit my black ass right there and get shot see
fool
but fool it aint no going out
see i keep scoring clout
and show these niggas what im all about
see niggas screaming from cell to cell
snitches dont tell a party in hell a santa rita county jail
[E-Roc]
everytime i turn around everytime i look
im considered to be a murderer a crook,
Ali shook the world im gonna shake my homies hand
three in the morning dressed in blue once again
my size ten rest upon the concrete floor
heads bob real slow to a freestyle flow
i dont know this masterplan cant understand
why there's more black folks in jail than japenese in japan
but err my eyes pink
sitting upon that bunk
thinking about them tickets
choking up on that funk chunk
withca a snicker from my commisary bank
sunday monday came fool im out this home change
but it makes me think the systems treating us like a merry go round
one day you're chilling at home
the next you headed down
sam peace to my hounds in the county in the pen
once again its a santa rita weekend
chorus: 2X
just sitting up on the top bunk
watching the cell block row.
[E-40]
seven zeroh seven case motherfucking number two eleven
stressing manifestin tore up from the floor
penelope's gots me on the floor
accused of robbing a store
who you know nigga naybody?
besides which i refuse to answer any questions
without the advisory of my lawyer mr baker
perming? of this wall i make
let me go po po im innocent
mistaken right suppose all blacks look alike
thank you kindly sir
you need to practice your professional better
never run up on me again
bust a pattern be off into the wind
back up off me beyatch
just the other day my cronies shot me up high
we warn you baby boy
you becoming hella tight
clayback back a building up there by dreno, rita, quentin also gino
chorus
[Boots]
nah man i didnt want the chorus right here
i wanna throw that right down there you know
that bassline
its like yeaoh, meao? weigh (wait) two scales
it dont mean shit when you'r sitting in the county jail
is it my turn to tell the tale
of how i got popped and how my lawyer failed to get me out
on the slight spot cell block my homies give me love
some here for having gacks
some here for selling drugs
sometimes you do your shit
and aint no second tries
look around theres hell of motherfuckas that i recognize
oh whats up man im back again
but its a temporary situation
taking weekend vacation
government incaceration
i call myself working on a pay hike
they calling me working on my third strike
sike i cant go forward
and motherfuckas cant ignore it
cos all my peoples on parole
in the pen gotta warrant
so its some shit i done leaped in
damn another santa rita weekend
chorus
Fuck no I ain't got no Grey Poupon
Well anyway I said that's no burglar that my butler hahaha
Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
Yes we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Well then could you muster it for us
(David you must do)
Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers (*clears throat*)
Here we go
Well if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockafella
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
I'm outragous, I work in stages, like syphills
But no need for prophylactics
I am up your own, so me know wretched ain't funk
But my cream got amino acid
Keep my hoes in check no rebellions
If your ass occur shit it wouldnt be the first time
I done make a massacre, nigga please how you figure these
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securites
No impurities, straight anglo saxon
when my family got their sex on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit
Make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game I make the rules
Flash a little cash make you think you got class
But you really selling ass and hoe keep off my grass
Less you cutting it, see Im running shit
Trick all y'all motherfuckas as simps
I'm just a pimp
*chorus*
That is so cute
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
Well, what should I do?
Why don't you rap for us?
No, I...
Come on old boy I did mine
I...
It's so tribal
Oh very well
Oh goody!
But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getti
I am tearing this shit up like confetti
My money last longer than Eveready
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose
This is just like the straws?
But the hoes dont choose, I chose you
No voodoo can hoo-do you
from getting treated like a piece of boonboonboo
Who do you think want those niggaz that don't turn tricks
The logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed
and all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
I got the po'-po' for that daily pimp slap
The motherfucker gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy
Let you out like linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen
While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas are simps
I'm just a pimp
*Chorus*
Oh no here he comes, oh don't look at him
Are you fellows rapping?
I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing
You know one two three
Well actually we were just leaving...
And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want all she want this she want the ? of fun
X amount of this like this ? gap hear me
Hol' up your hand if you love the money
Hol' up your hand if you love punanny
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see
*Chorus*
Well how did you like that then?
Well we really must be leaving you
Yes yes Donald it was smashing to see you again
Something I picked up in the Carribean
Yeah yes I remember
Why don't you stick around and I'll I'll rap some more for you
Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie
Oh Jackie ah Jackie!!
Please please pass the bubbly
Well look here motherfuckers we are taking all these motherfucking shit
Yeah we are taking all these
You besta come off up that coat we are taking these
Yeah
Uh-huh
yeah
that's right
gotta get off the phone, bust this verse
aight
okay
I'm anti-imperial
anti-trust
anti-gun if the shit won't bust
anti-corporate, they anti-my essence
anti-snortin' them anti-depressants
but i'm not pro-poppin' em;
i'm provocative
and pro-stoppin' them FBI operatives
who professional at Black Man Pounce
and hand you a sentence that you can't pronounce
I'm also anti-narco, anti-vice
911 marks the anti-christ
they anti-social, pointin' M-16's;
guess i'm anti-the-anti-nigger-machine
Proletarian, funkadelicparliamentarian
pro-revolt-in-the-21st-centurian
pro-running up in Congress sayin' "fuck it all!"
but bring the people with you, that's the protocol
This beat is joyful like jailbreaks
the whole world is anti-United Snakes
so check it out, anticipate the anti-venom
and move your antibodies to this revolution rhythm
we goin' be fuckin' with 'em
pro-union but most lost they bite
anti-muthafuckas-crossin' a strike
take a look around and be for or against
but you can't do shit if you ridin' the fence.
Ride the fence
now you don't really wanna
ride the fence
now do you really wanna
ride the fence?
why would you really wanna
ride the fence
don't ride the fence.
Ride the fence
now you don't really wanna
ride the fence
now do you really wanna
ride the fence?
why would you really wanna
ride the fence
don't ride the fence.
I'm anti-uppin'-your-dollars-with-telekinesis
(I done tried everyday, and that shit decreases)
Anti-them-anti-crime-bill-pieces
We need cash and that's the anti-thesis
I'm pro-overthrow of the "Hip-Hop Nation"
pro-layin'-low-til-I'm-off-probation
pro-people's-control-of-the-cash-and-corporations
pro-prophylactic yet pro-creation
anti-watered-down-drinks-in-fancy-cups
anti-promoters-who-don't-ante-up
but i'm not anti-thug
i know that power is the most effective anti-drug
i'm pro-Zapatista
pro-Cuba
Viva!
Pro-la raza sayin' "fuck la migra!"
policia se asesina
lemme show you what i mean
I'm anti-republican and democratic
if they self-destruct
that's anti-climactic
tired of bein' hunted like an antelope
take the system by the throat
that's the antidote
so I pose a proposition
take a look, be in support or opposition
then be proactive proceed with confidence
'cause you know that you can't change shit by ridin' the fence
Ride the fence
now you don't really wanna
ride the fence
now do you really wanna
ride the fence?
why would you really wanna
ride the fence
don't ride the fence.
Ride the fence
now you don't really wanna
ride the fence
now do you really wanna
ride the fence?
why would you really wanna
ride the fence
don't ride the fence.
(featuring T-Kash)
Coup, yeah
It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills
Dodging em' one time, check it out
[Hook x2]
If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand we still not free
[T-Kash]
Don't trust the police, no justice no peace
They got me face down, in the middle of the street
Pistol whip me with the heat, chicken shits sizzling
Trying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder beef
I'm a young, black, heterosexual male
Don't drink no drank, don't smoke, don't sale
That's the real reason that they want me up in jail
They want me to fail, I resist and rebel
See I give a fuck about the C-O-P's
P-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-T
Cause they wanna see me D-I-E
Got me cash under mob, I'm a pre-O.G.
Dark Sobe associates, vicious, venomous vocalist
Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for Oakland
Folks do be smoking and shit we do what we holding
Some just don't notice they get demoted
Throw em' all the time music
[Hook x2]
[* Pam the Funkstress scratching *]
[Boots]
This is for them ladies with them empty plates
For that raise ripped that you didn't calculate
If you ever in your life been awarded to state
On the corner with cake
If they send an undercover and you tip the bag, huh
Next time I see em' with no hesitation
I'm peeling off like stolen registration
And leave a lot of smoke
See I'm that sort of folk
That been pig hunting since my mama's fucking water broke
Cause they the henchmen nah they the lenchmen
Between the rich and puffs of weed known to trench them
Cause they dispense with the dollars and cents
So when you stand go get candles, flowers, and incense
Behind steel gates is fifty percent of our bill rates
A pre-kin making microchips for Bill Gates
Pelican Bay, t-shirts for the workout
Police station where the slave catchers lurk out
Listen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routes
We'll synchronize and give em' shit to wonder bout
The DEA is filthy, yell not guilty
We need control of the cash and the realty
And get rid of all the motherfucking parasites
More than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit
Shaking in they boots when we start to bust
They ain't scared of rap music, they scared of us
[Hook x2]
1- Oh baby.....oh baby
Oh baby.....oh baby
Hey , hey
[Boots]
Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush
And I'm implyin' I ain't had no business cryin'
Cause we used the rubber twice
And we knew that shit was dyin' to bust
Well we was only seventeen
But you was older in between
And in my fresh Adidas fits
I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine
Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in
A nymphomaniac was with it, that's just a clip, more experience
Be on my chest when I was put to the test
You said "Got damn nigga, that ain't how ya get it in"
Dashboards for the leverage, tall cans for beverage
The weed can make you courageous, make a Honda Civic seem so spacious Make
five minutes seem like ages, anyway
[Chorus]
You smelled like Care-Free Curl and nowalaters baby
Said you liked high-top fades
And Jesse JohnsonÅ "Crazy"
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much today IÅ still campaignin'
[Repeat 1]
[Boots]
The lake don't smell so bad now, do it
Don't trip off ya hair baby just re-glue it
The windows is fogged up, can't nobody view it
Put down the O-E and turn up the Howard Huett
And some more, we had things to discuss
Like how we do it, we got ambiotic fluid
And a baby floatin' though it
Hey, imagine if it look like us, it was me up in the vaginary
And I'ma love my kids whether real or imaginary
Quit school, work well depends at the mall next to Fashion Berry
Operation cash and carry
Manual labor from six to noon
Makin' six kabooms, got a baby that's fixin' to bloom
And he befits the groom plus grips the spoon
So let me twist the ploom
And inhale and emit the fumes
[Chorus]
[Repeat 1]
[Boots]
I was composed, I didn't even crack a frown
I was supposed to let my parents fall down
And show my ass when I found
That the baby was four months early and around ten pounds
I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers
From those who don't really give a fuck about life
She said "It ain't so much that they startin' out younger"
"It's just they supposed to be more like a wife"
Meanin' you ain't shit without a man to guide you
If ya mama tried to feed you that she lied too
Make ya grab any motherfucker that ride through
If jobs are applied to knots can get tied too
Plus I know that you must have been scared
It made it easy when the feelings were shared
Flashback to 20/20
I know you waitin' for the dollars cause you knew I had funny money
Yellin' all loud like I'ma tear the whole hood up
Don't tempt me cause the real daddy stood up
He said I was a mark for believin' in you
Now it's more that I'm seein' is true
There's a few things I'd like to say in this letter
Like I wish I would've seen him grow
And ask my wife I learned to fuck much better
And thank you for lettin' me go
Yeah, thank you for lettin' me go
For real, thank you for lettin' me go
[Chorus]
[Repeat 1]
-Black Thought-
There it is... check it out
Move, if you got the nerve
Lash out for your just desserts
It's not just the words
Some of y'all heads up in the clouds
I'm a bring y'all back to earth
It's black back to birth
Bullshit y'all talking bout
Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned
Cause y'all got to learn
It's your turn like Detroit Red
When his head had an ultra perm
The long walk to burn your bare heels
So worn were your boots
The game camouflage like army suits
But I can see it more clear cause I came with the Coup in here
Ring the alarm and form the troops
Send them out into the world, go to war on a flute
Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot
Now I'm comin at ya next, sick of hearing something wrong with me
Motherfucker something's wrong with you
When you see they just way to smart to question
The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion
The governments of the world is shark infested
They heavy on weaponry like Charlton Heston
Man yeah it gets low here real low
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Chorus]
I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do? (it's my favorite mutiny)
I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute (it's my favorite mutiny)
-Boots Riley-
Death to the pigs is my basic statement
I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement
Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement
Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments
I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum
Tryin' to find psalm number 151
To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode
Alright, put down the bottle and come get the guns
Now get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10
They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den
Steadily subtracting seeds and stems
Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
I weed my brain off that and the Jesus hymns
If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems
Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in
We gettin greased again
The truth I write is so cold it'll freeze my pen
I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you
Never let they punk ass ever defeat you
They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see-thru
All y'alls' gold mines they wanna deplete you
I ain't just fine to rap on the track, I'm fine to clappin them back
And it's been stackin' to that
Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'Lac
Before they told Rosa black in the back
Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in a sack
Before Gil Scott traded rappin for smack
This beat alone should get platinum plaques
I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap
'Cause if we bappin' them back we automatically stacked
[Chorus]
-Talib Kweli-
[unknown line] like Truman C
Tariq, Boots and me
Activating the community
Up in the bay like Huey P
[unknown line]
But the beast got it twisted, I'll untangle it
Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with
This my favorite shit, I came in the game with a new way to spit
That got you questioning who you bangin' with
Take it back to Imhotep
Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect
Killer flow for all my real niggaz lap it up
Inform the family of the jiggaboo(?) that there's been a death
Once again you can feel hip-hop
The underground still about my glock
Gangsta like fuck the cops
Tell 'em Kweli a revolutionary mc, and that ain't about to stop
[Chorus]
[Boots]
Now when I go to bed it's almost time to wake up
Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up
And even when I serve soda it would be cold as fuck
Chillin' in my sock, servin' ice for ten bucks
And you'd be in the house, all warm and shit
And ya ass got the sweater with the fire lit
And whatever ya want you ain't gotta lift a finger
If ya wanna a glass of water hit the maid on the ringer
Got a job for you under this hot ass sun
Tellin' me to hurry up and get some more shit done
I be so tired when I spit all my word slur together
Got so many calluses my hands are like leather
Watchin' MTV in yo big ass chair
Tryin' out slang words while you combin' ya hair
Ya productivity is wack bring that box here fo-sheezy
Go get some coffee punch out before ya leave
Got cho' feet up on the desk noddin' off to sleep
While I lift, push, pull, dig, sweat, and sweep
I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer
Cause the world is controlled by you lazy motherfuckers
[Chorus]
Lazy motherfucker, lazy mother-fucker
You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy mother-fucker
[Boots]
Now you don€™t wash ya ass, you got a personal bather
If you roll out of bed it's like you doin' a favor
You was born into paper and that behavior
For a midnight snack, you have the bedroom catered
You ain't never learned to drive or tie ya shoe
I got my ear to the street and my eye on you
You got a secretary to write down your thoughts
On how to make us work hard and fatten up your vaults
TV say if ya poor, you must be slow and shiftless
But you pay em' to say that so we don't want it different
Got a cook and a girl to bring the tray for you
You're hearin' this cause somebody pushed play for you
My head is poundin' now and my hands are shakin'
To keep my eyelids open takes concentration
I don€™t get no rest it's just a stay alive hustle
Making you stay rich without you moving a muscle
You think of people as your tool
So when your dick salute
You have a butler get the phone and call a prostitute
And say your sex drive€™s stronger than the engine of a trucker
But she€™ll have to be on top cause you a lazy motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Boots]
A hundred person house there just to sanitize
You know you don't give a fuck but they all despise you
Millions over millions makin' shit for you to sell
But police on alert just in case we rebel
But it's gon' happen captain, hope ya know that's why I'm rappin'
Want the toasters start tappin' hands and gases start clappin'
Cause this whole system's waitin' for you to kick it in Paris
Or roll through Hong Kong in a rich all carriage
So when you spend a dollat that's ten seconds of my time
And when ya spend a billion that's my life and that's a crime
Cause to me life is hard like a track that I'm reppin' on
Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on
Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened
Hard work got me to the chiropractor
But we can work hard to take back the bread and butter
Cause all these multi-millionaires is lazy motherfuckers
[Chorus repeated to end]
[Boots] E, look man look
[E-Roc] Yeah wassup man
[B] It's that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital
Hey pull over, come on
[E] Coup let's with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go
[B] Hey pig, yeah, remember me?
Verse One: Boots
I know you motherfucker, know where you live
You're the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins' ribs
And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp
But now he walks with a permanent limp
And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked
Walcy Hawkins and her son's up in double-rock
And it don't stop to the funky beat
Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street
I grit my teeth why can't I be like Rodney with a camcorder?
Seems we need one every time you get a court order
Or pull me over in order to check identification
I'm in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration
You're in the hood and it's one more disaster
We know you're here to protect and serve the master
Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster
I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard
Cause
Chorus x2
I know you motherfucker
(Everywhere I turn)
I know you motherfucker
(Everywhere I turn)
I know you motherfucker
(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position)
Verse Two: E-Roc
I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door
On my back, on my head, through my house and once more
You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock
You did this to about six thousands on the block
Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire
Hmm...but you work with a supplier
So I inquire what's your role in my elimination?
Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation
But if I sung you a song it'd be of damnation
Cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today?
Pig, now I realize our relation
Your occupation is to keep me in occupation
How many brothers have you left in a cast?
How many graves have you made in the past?
Useless! Not my task to even ask
But you'd better cease before I put a cap in your ass
Cause I know you
Chorus x2
(Now let me tell ya'll this little little story
This little piggy once came to Oaktown
See, cause this little piggy had a gun
This little piggy's gun was smoking
Cause this little piggy shot my son
This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell!
Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha
Verse Three: Boots
I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles
Hit my head back to the rear and I can hear my knees buckle
And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision
You make a game trying to tame me for colonialism
The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison
No chains or fences here so you can make me think I've risen
I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth
Just so I won't be out organizing in the street
And so I'm beaten in the court with charges trumped, see
My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty's
But I'm not laughing cause I'll take a bath in this one
The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung
I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass
Like O.P.D. was using me for Beat The Nigger class
(Step one, put the handcuffs on
Step two, say something like ";Nigger you'll never learn";
Step three, throw 'em on the ground
Step four, kick 'em of course)
But there's an error in your reign of terror and the end is near
We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear
Stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round
And fuck you up so much, they'll have to fuck you down
Assuming the position that you'll have to wear a bullet-proof vest
On your vest, I suggest you change your address
Cause we know you
(x2)
We know you motherfucker
(Everywhere I turn)
We know you motherfucker
(Everywhere I turn)
We know you motherfucker
(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position)
(Big Bird)Now I shall tell a story that's filled with words
that start with the letter N
(DJ Pam cuts up ";Fly lyrics from the bank of reality"; --> Flavor Flav)
[Boots]
Step into the world of a nigger, figure
to stay a little while so pack your bag up bigger
First of all just let me introduce you seduce you
into a frame of mind that's easy to get used to
Nigger hasn't always meant a man with melanin
It used to be a piece of wood that sat on the cotton gin
Masta put it there and it wouldn't move, smooth
So what does it mean, to be a Nigger With an Attitude?
You tell me that a nigger's crazy or lazy
Not about the skin so, don't let it faze me
Well you amaze me, with that ignorant bizull-shizzit
Get a grip on the new fit
Cause that's a lame frame of brain for the nineties
I know the game so it don't sting, my mind sees
So what the fuck you wanna race for the trigger
I ain't the one, I ain't the nigga
";If I'm a slave, I'm a slave to the rhythm"; --> Big Daddy Kane
";You know that I ain't the nigga"; --> Ice Cube
(repeat 4X)
(DJ Pam cuts up ";Niggers, love everything but themselves"; --> Last Poets)
[E-Roc]
Nigger is a word we use today, you say
It don't mean the same if you spell it with an A
But that's an argument that makes me itch, I twitch
If I took the T out will I still mean bitch?
My name is E-Roc, and I ain't the nigger main
Save your sellout strut shit for Soul Train
Cause I've been known, to knock a motherfucker out
Without a doubt, The Coup gives me much clout
But there's a factor when I know that my skin is brown
And never ever will I put another brother down (gawwwd damn)
So I make the mental rule to massacre the word
Cause when I hear it, it gets, me straight stirred
It's mental trash so I'm pickin up the litter
I ain't the one and I ain't, the nigger
My people use this word each and every day
You see a nigger, slap a nigger, that's what I say
";If I'm a slave, I'm a slave to the rhythm"; --> Big Daddy Kane
";You know that I ain't the nigga"; --> Ice Cube
(repeat 4X)
(DJ Pam cuts up ";Niggers, love everything but themselves"; --> Last Poets)
";Boy I love playing the drums, I can do the grooviest rhythms
I can do rhythms like..";
[Boots]
My attitude is this (what?) don't call yourself a niggerole (why?)
Unless you're just an oakie-doke it'll make you sicker though
Cause it's all about a mind-time mind-frame
The system is a chess game with, pawns all the same (haa haa)
Until we change our mind to ?
Identify yourself, it's a part of being concious (yeah)
If I call myself a gangster then I'll rob you with a gat (yeah)
If I call myself a brother then you know I got your back (yeah)
If I call myself oppressed then I'm clear on where I'm at
But if I call myself a nigger what the fuck is that? (yeah, you know)
Don't be the coolie or the moolie or a boob with the jigger
Don't be the one... don't be the nigga
";If I'm a slave, I'm a slave to the rhythm"; --> Big Daddy Kane
";You know that I ain't the nigga"; --> Ice Cube
(repeat 4X)
I aint seen shit
i aint heard (nothing) i dont know what happen
i dont speak pig latin
i am a motherfucking true when its us against you
so fox skyhutch and inspector goose
i was taught dont rely on pigs for protection
shit i dont even ask em for directions
youre in the wrong section of the hood for a crime to be inspected
got this block infected
you could get ejected inspected
aint no love when youre the fuzz
i mean the fizz i mean my daddy told me who you was
i mean the wiz I mean
you cant get win
ease on down the road we got a dont speak to cops code
i went pro working for the man with the electric chair
thats why i never watched roberta and i hated huggie bear
even scooby doo snitched with that hippy ass van
but me i know the scoop i know the plan
ask me no questions i tell you no lies
you know the deal the real criminals who dressed in suit and ties
who holds the wealth you do more damage than health
so for me and my folks we gonna just do for self
i dont know shit about those stolen goods
you want peace mother fucker raise up out tha hood
i think you should no one is all i m gonna say
to get that 411 you better go ask mary j.
eroc do not play when there's pigs in town clown
you try looking up encyclopedia brown
thats when he frown asking who selling herb
i got disturbed fool i'm not your mocking bird
the only words coming out of my mouth is a lyrical thang
so please back tha fuck up off my screen tho
since i was four you was known to be the enemy
like rintintin you only give a shit for me
the community took four steps higher
86ing motherfuckas working for the suppliers
so sayonara before you catch a cap in your ass
no more questions in here so dont ask
chorus
you want peace motherfucka
raise up out of the hood repeat
well all the tattletalers and undercover dwellers
they are here to be placed into helicopter propellers
and the narcotic snatched up by the seat of his pants
his face was driven into a hill of army ants
the man had the murder for his benz and his face
i never saw the assailant he vanished through the mists
";you know the faces and names all your stories are polluted
tell me the truth before i have you electrocuted";
attempting on my person wouldnt be the wise thing
in your thoughts you have fear of my peoples uprisings
the masses rebel your aircraft propels
a cop was shot seven rounds were expelled
went straight right to hell just for being a fascist
burned uniforms and piles of human ashes
";your making this difficult so for being a bastard
i'll have you charged for murderer and resisting arrest";
I never did resist you're telling 4 smiths
shes swung with the sticks so i made a spinal column twist
twist one came with a body blow to osaygefo
and he struck my abdominals and fractured his hand
rebels away through the twigs blasted their wigs
and there you will find a red ocean of pigs
stay away from my zone
where it starts and it ends
that's how we murder policemen upon planet 10
step into this 8 by 10
im getting nervous you feel me point blank
yo i feel the coppers came to serve us
but now here he comes
stepping through the fucking dough
and we dont know who smoked that motherfucking cop at the liquor store
but now you creep through the hood looking for a clue
but your bob head twice with the point blank crew
running up my bumper for late registration
taking me to that station for interrogation
and i guess i'm just supposed to just let my tongue run
asking me shit that would get my mother hung
but where im from up in my hood the shit wont raise
if a brother is constantly tripping that would be his arse
but now you wanna creep up on me and threaten me with time
while you got the billy club pointed at my spine
with things nowadays aint the same like they used to be
doing time for contempt aint new to me
i never feared going down with my whole damn crew
only thing that i fear is ever fucking with you
well i too took a beating from the boys in blue
and all cops watched like a pay per view
and unless you're referring to this incident
we dont know nothing and we aint seen shit
get it
chorus
chorus
i get it done
make it one make it two make it three
right before it happens
make it four make it five make it 6 7 8 9
ten
come on motherfucka we can do it again
repeat
See i aint never had shit
but my strife and my game and my life
and all thems is just hand downs from my granddaddy lidvens
for them whose black folks ever came to here
to steal and hustling food stamps for that nine to 4 caddy
how many days can i stretch this box of grits
shit never quits im a brother
pitching fits or pitching shit
i use my mouth or a leg muscle anything to make the rent,
yo give up the hustle.
I know the us economy and i could run it
im about to make these four dollars into 4 hundred
aint nothing happening but this serious game
while they got billions in the bank
we just got money on the deck
and when we got fresh rims we on top,
on top of what when the kitchen's table's on hock
gun uncocked but we seen it on the past
make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
twentys and tens its all about making ends
no need to sin to uplift a california living
but i'd rear cos err i remember as a tot mr ogs
skank you motherfuckars with the glocks
and now the rocks is in my pockets
and my spots hot like the haiwaiian tropics
a taskforce topic cos this one's a cya
even though the yay is brought in by the cia
see im a motherfuckas thats done some dirt for my meal ticket
but i learned quit you gots to deal with it
well i dealed for twentytwofucking years
you damn straight my homies been laid when we all shed a tear
and its clear to my ear i had to learn that knowledge
cos after 12th grade i had to say fuck college
and the knowledge no longer will i waste my time
the chrome was stuck in my ear
but im stuck to the ground
im steady mobbing
back to the police station,
they checking me but its inflation thats doing this taking
no hesistating cant be waiting let me do my thing
i was hooked like a fiend but now im hip to tha skeme
chorus
i heard recognized game when its in your face
im spitting the game so close to you
you could feel the wet trace
if everybody in the hood had a phd
youd say that dr flip that burger hell it good for me
200thousand brothers watching one mind one place to go
aint no revolution they just walking to the liquor store
here take a swigger so its quicker round the niggerroe
just wanna get rich the rigamole i been here before
a typical ho aint really no different
except that she would know that caint no prostitute
can become a pimp up in this system
it'd be more drama than a soap opera daytime spot
but aint no twist up in this cemetery plot
since nineteen fiftyfour
i's been hustling for that dough
my girl been putting out cross that wick like she's a specialized pro
this shit is getting steep
im getting ill ready to kill
the only thing i can inherit is an overdue bill
now its six in the morning
i stride to the ride
as i glide down the street
i cant get to park ?
cos my gas is kissing heat
im not yet free
but you dont hear me though
unlesss you creeping soap as my drive through window
now if you wondering bout my fucked up fickle frown
is cos im thinking bout how the wealth dont trickle down
listen to that beat nickle pound is my homies in the back
pass the nickle bag around and im looking at the street
through the fogged up windows knowing if i was walking
id be smelling stench or piss or stale pussy in your window
i ask when those stores get closed down
a system that eats itself got it looking like a ghost town
no proof of purchase hear my essence purchase proof
analyze how they fucked us like if i was dr ruth
im on proof with the truth they started with nothing
robbed and ganked and killed
aint no po folks getting rich
less some caps is getting picked
except for a couple of motherfuckas who done live their
token seen lifestyles of the rich and famous
front page of the magazine but that's a known
trick tell them suck their own dick
im hip to the skeme
my fist will bring up the whole clique.
chorus
[Intro/Chorus]
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H-E-A-D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
[repeat 8X]
Work it out; set it up
[Chorus] - 2X
[Boots]
In a land not very far away from here
George W. Bush was drinkin beer
His daddy was head of the CIA
Now listen up close to what I say
The CIA worked for Standard Oil
And other companies to whom they're loyal
In a whole 'nother land by the name of Iran
The people got wise and took a stand
to the oil companies, ay ain't shit funny?
This is our oil, our land, our money
CIA got mad and sent false info
to Iraq to help start the Iran/Iraq wo'
Pronounced war if I have to be proper
The CIA is the cops that's why I hate the coppers
Saddam Hussein was their man out there
They told him to rule while keepin people scared
Sayin any opposition to him, he must crush it
He gassed the Kurds, they gave him his budget
Said you gotta kick ass to protect our cash
Step out of line and feel our wrath
You know the time without lookin at the little hand
Time came for them to cut out the middle man
Children maimed with no legs and shit
Cause the "Bombs Over.." you know the OutKast hit
And they really want you to hate him dead
When just the other day they made him head
War ain't about one land against the next
It's po' people dyin so the rich cash checks
[Chorus] - 2X
[repeat 16X]
Work it out; set it up
[Boots]
I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
whose brother Elmo, looked like me
Elmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes
Elmo would develop lots of beef as a tweaker
and all of them was mostly come lookin for me
Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin
to rat pack, hmm, time to get a gat
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat
momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole block
and what not, about, how men are spottin he said
";This little homey gets bread like flossin
You ain't Steve Austin, Elmo got paws in Boots
Maybe you should move to Boston";
But you get lost when you play like a punk
Pile on the Right Guard I got SERIOUS funk
";I'm trying, not to lose...";
";I'm trying, not to lose my head..."; --> Melle Mel
(repeat 2X)
";I plan to tell you what it is later";
(DJ Pam cuts and scratches)
[Boots]
Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like this
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this
rip that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow through
this whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel
and my friends make suggestions...
that I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
If I die by the trigger of a misled brother
could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so I don't go, with the flow
even though I'm bout to roll with no paddle
up a creek called shit, light is lit on the situation
Cause me and him is gonna decrease the population
Now we wonder why our revolution never grow
Killin motherfuckers just for steppin on our toe
If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did
for ourselves, the blood would never flow again
And then, the uzis that were once used to kill each other
Could be used, to serve and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or whatever others
But the funk keeps growing like a fungus...
";I'm trying, not to lose...";
";I'm trying, not to lose my head..."; --> Melle Mel
(repeat 2X)
";That's Elmo, get that fool"; ";Yeah get that fool";
";Ay, I'm Boots, I ain't Elmo -- I'm Boots from The Coup!!";
[Boots]
Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a forty-five
caliber don't take no jive, just pull to fix
Don't want to be eighty-sixed, three six and six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your lips about me takin no, trips
You won't be takin no sips from a milk carton
seein my face with a caption, askin
";Have you seen Boots, he's missing in action";
This shit is more Off the Wall than Michael Jackson
Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others
screwin brothers but The Coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
on the corner, talkin revolution from Victoria to Florida
It's why it don't make sense that they want me a goner
on a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack think I'm
poppin junk cause they don't see for centuries
the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I don't blast they ass
But I gots more funk for the rulin class
Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off with a grin
National Guard sent in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got serious funk
";I'm trying, not to lose...";
";I'm trying, not to lose my head..."; --> Melle Mel
(repeat 4X)
*** spellings of the names of people in this outro may not be accurate ***
Aight, back it up
I wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters that really got my back
when the funk be on
Of course it goes without saying, that E-Roc and DJO from The Coup
got my back at all times and at all costs
Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Point Blank
J-Post and Stone of the Outcasts
Osajih Po from the Tenth Planets
Chuck Da Pharoah got my back
Evo got my back, Rose got my back
Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective
got my back cause I got theirs
The funk is on, and African Identity is there
The funk is on and Midnight Voices is there
The funk is on and T-More and Twin from Elements of Change are there
And I'm there for Cindy, I'm there for 3rd Rail
I'm there for Aztlan Nation
I got your back Leftside Sim
I got your back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy cause you got mine
All y'all got my back, Neckbone got my back with the sax
Problem Child got my back with the piano
Aiy y'all let's fade out, but before we fade
I wanna say rest in peace to Plan B, we out
Brothers on the block making bankroll
The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow
Little do they know they're a little or a big hoe
But they have a car they can side at the sideshow
I'm the type of brother that'll tell another ";Hell no";
To the seller struck hiking rocks in a hellhole
Whether you can slide you can glide in your hoo-ride
But you're gonna drown in the high tide of genocide
Brothers give my five but it's live jive
Can't understand with their hands in a beehive
I'mma take a risk on the dis take a big dive
Just to make it rhyme on time I'll say ";Overdrive";
Missed 'em I'm not with them but they're victims
Cause they're just a part not the start of the system
No hocus pocus that's the focuse of the song
Hope that you can learn this and one day sing along
A clearly cut case co-opted by The Coup
An expos?of foul play against me and you
Sing it
It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation (x4)
(Still don't nothing move but the money)
(Man Boots what you talking about?)
Explicit and implicit are the exploits
I'm speaking of the society that's living off me
No jumps and coast to coasting in a Detroit
No I am a factor that they don't need
Cause labels are stable in this big world
Talking 'bout sex, you're a boy or a girl
Talking 'bout a kind you're a jerk or the jerker
Talking economics you're the boss or the worker
Right about now I'm gonna change the flow
Going straight up like my new wave afro
I say it and they play it
Do you hear me though you're guessing there's a lesson
But teach me, I want to know
Conjunction junction what's my function?
Connected with the genocidal pace of a race reduction
Funny there's no money for my people's production
The Coup is not through cause we've got some gumption
A victim in a system about cold cash
If you don't make it then they treat you like trash
Dispose of you tonight if not in the morning
This is not a prophecy, this is just a warning
A clearly cut case co-opted by The Coup
An expos?of foul play against me and you
Sing it
It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation (x4)
Hey hold up we're about to let the DJ scratch here
(Well let him scratch then)
...
At times I find my mind can think fast
Like when a pig has a trigger saying nigger that's your ass
Thoughts of a slave master rise from the past
The past is the present cause I still feel the lash
It's against the law just to be black
Cause the war on drugs is just thugs on the attack
The C is not the source of course so just get back
Why try a lot, I doubt it's just about crack
Brothers on the block making bankroll
Maybe could the dream be the dream of an overthrow?
If so no mo' we'll play the big toe
In a shoe that's cramped so break a brother's sole
Slip and stuck slowly to the same game
Several hundred years we have been in a chain gang
Let our shackles only add on to a migraine
Old fame, thoughts of pain slowly drive me insane
But then I started rapping for The Coup
A lot of rappers out there just looking for the pay-off
Listen to the message that the Boots brings to you
The Coup is just a group to bring order out of chaos
People pick problems out and isolate
Misguiding many to think it's a mistake
Well I'm the Boots and I'm here to set 'em straight
My information leads me to think there's foul play
A clearly cut case co-opted by The Coup
An expos?of foul play against me and you
Sing it
It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation (x3)
[Boots]
Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh
Tell me somethin
Were you, about to make a decision?
Was it, one of... THOSE decisions?
Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, between
what's good, for you, and what's good, for the struggle
Well before you sellout, The Coup wants to tell you a lil' story
E-Roc, kick it
[E-Roc]
Pressure, is gettin to my dome
See, I need some food for my little boy's tummy
Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation
Don't have a job, cause jackin is the occupation
FUCK THE SYSTEM, you know that it's all wrong
I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's on
Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep
Cause money was my thoughts as I began to creep
down the street the corner sto', was on my mind
Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind
I turned around but befo' I could pull my trigger
in they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga
I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy
But can you blame me, I did it for da mo-ah-money
*chorus*
M-O-N, N-E-Y (repeat 2X)
Broke as a; broke as a sucka!
(repeat all 4X)
[E-Roc]
Back on the streets I thought I wouldn't survive
So I'm bustin my ass on this nine to five
Flippin patties all day when the place is hot
Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger shop
Now everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother real
can I feed my family off of a Happy Meal?
I had to stop cause this shit ain't for E-Roc
I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks
For a brother dis is some'in you can't beat
My cash is flowin, now I'm bringin home the meat
I'm feelin good sellin crack to a fiend
Don't give a fuck about his luck, ya know what I mean?
People trip, but they don't understand that
a devil's land, ain't no black foe a black man
Now it's a shame, but who's to blame?
I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money
*chorus*
[E-Roc]
I remember the time when I was six
The American Dream was everybody gets, rich
But yo, a fact for all to know
Four hundred years has passed, and we still po'
He ain't my Uncle, but Sam know what he's talkin about
If you wanna get paid, sell your people out
But not me I'd rather do a crime
Deep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time?
To the red white and blue I don't give a fuck
Because I live and die, just to make a buck
So I'm that mother-fucker
That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter
And I'm that fool
that sold his kids cocaine at school
But Jack's an attorney
So I'ma do what I do, cause he's makin all the motherfuckin...
*gun shots*
[Boots]
I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday
So, die hustlin for yourself
or die hustlin for millions of your people
The choice is yours, choose your fate
You can get with this, or you can get with that
We out
*chorus*
Well now haha what have we here?
chorus
c-c-c-come with it
get down get down get down 2ce
repeat
It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
so i slid my beenie hat on sloppily
and promenade out to take up a collection
i got game like i read the directions
i 'm wishing that i had an automobile
as i feel the cold wind rush past
but let me state that i am a hustler for real
so you know i got the stolen bus pass
just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear
this ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
i see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
pay my respects
can you ring the bell we came to my stop
the street light reflects off the piss on the ground
which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
which reflects off the fact that i am broke
now what the fuck is new
i need loot i sweat the motherfucka
in the tweed suit
and i'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
eased up slow and discreet
could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
didn't wanna fuck up the come on
so i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy
bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
damn this motherfucka had a hella of andrew jacksons
i'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it
used to call em fat cats.
i just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto
master card or visa i'd gladly accept those
sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets
story just begun but you already know
aint no need to get down shit i'm already low
chorus
My footsteps echo in the darkness
my teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
i look down and i hear my somach growling
step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
i never pay for shit that i can get by doing dirt
link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
all up in her face and her breath was like murder
damn the shit i do for a free hamburger
(girl )";well you got my number you gonna call me tonite";
it depends is them burgers attached to a price
";sorry sorry";
im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters
";it's all good";
thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
(girl)thats cool you want some ice
yeah and some fries will be hella nice
(girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
im up outta here anyway
i use peoples before they use me
cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
thats what an og told me
gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just got
came to an underground parking lot
this place is good as any fuck its all good
walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood
ate my burger threw back my cola
somebody said hey it was a rented pig i thought it was a roller
";want me to call the cops?";
i dont want them to see me
looked down and saw that i was sitting on a lamboughini
it was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen
a building door opened
damn it was my cousin
getting offa work dressed up no lie
tux cummerband and a blackbow tie
i was like hey
";who is it";
me
";oh whats up man i just quit this company
they hella racist and the pay was too low ";
i said arite what was up in there though
";a party with rich motherfuckas i dont know the situation
i know they got cabbage owning corporations
ibm chryslers and shit is what they seeing";
just then a light bulb went off in my head
they be thinking all black folks is resembling
gimme your tux and i'll do some pocket swindling
fit the change in the bathroom and i freeze off my nuts
lets take a short break
while i get into this tux
grunt zipp
alright i'm ready
chorus
Fresh dressed like a million bucks
i be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
my arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand
may i interest you in some caviar mam
my eyes shoots round the room there and here
noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
background barry manilow copacobana
and a strong ass scent of stoagies from havana
what no place where a brother might been
snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
allrite then lets begin this
nights like this is good for business
five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
talking giggling and shit
well one mother fucka gave me twits
and everbody else jacking it throttling
found out later you know coca cola bottling
talking to a black man who he's confused
we looking hella bourgie
ass all tight and seditty
recognzed him as the mayor of my city
who treats young black man like frank nitty
mr coke said to mr mayor ";you know we got a process like ice t's hair
we put up the fund for your election campaign
and oh um waiter can you bring the champagne";
a real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
to make some condos out of low income housing
immediately we need some media heat
to say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
when we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
my man that owns marlboros
donated a fat sum
thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know
sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community
this is how deep shit can get
it reads macaroni on my birth certificate
poontang is my middle name but i cant hang
i'm getting hustled
only knowing half the game
shit how the fuck do i get out of this place.
[* People talking *]
[Boots]
I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court
I scribbled this on an application for county support
I practice this like a sport
Met Donald Trump and he froze up
Standing on his Bentley yelling "Pimps down, hoes up"
Some tryin' to front off
Break her ass a clump off
We gon' stop the world and make y'all motherfuckers jump off
This is my resume slash resignation
A ransom note with proposed legislation
A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim
Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date em'
Flyin' kites for my folks at home
Who takin' tokes alone
We payin' rent on shit they ain't even sposed to own
Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' when ya curse
It's a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purse
Shook the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse
They wouldn't pay ya ass as far as they can throw you
They think you punkin' but they don't know you
Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve shot berettas
Buy the Burger King workers and we slappin' on ya lettuce
Wrote that in the back of those apartments
A coupon from agricultural departments
When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go
And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto
[Chorus x2]
That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out
Hey, hey
[* People talking *]
[Boots]
Call me bird cause of my legs but my ass don't sing
Got a house arrest anklet but it don't bling bling
The homie with a cell but that shit don't ring
But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang
Now it's the hustlin' sound, trick where they muscle around blacks
Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack
Even renowned historians have found that
The people only bounce back when they pound back
So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement
Defacin' gravements of a sufferin' nation
The files are flagrant and that's the fragrance
I overheard them askin' vagrance for patients
So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes
For d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer boats
And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks
Who all kind of broke
But bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke
The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle
So when I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled
Let's all get high from the income angle
Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single
Here's a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades
By nannies and maids who be polishin' the suede
You could let the sess blow but let's make the sets grow
Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto
[Chorus x2]
[* People talking *]
(featuring Dead Prez)
Dead Prez, The Coup
People Army, where the G's at?
C'mon... Fuck the police
Ay y'all ready for this shit for y'all trunk?
Y'all ready to get this bitch crunk?
[Hook]
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
Your 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up!
[Stic.]
Honestly, I'm against this government
I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
Sick of payin bills and I'm sick of payin rent
Seem like I work all the time but don't know where the money went
And the funny shit is we supposed to like this shit
But all y'all politicians can bite this dick
It's a war goin on, the ghetto is a cage
They only give you two choices; be a rebel or a slave
(So what you do?) So I rebel
Like a ulser in the belly of the beast stayin true to it
Since my home street days in the blue Buick
Niggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used to it
Now what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do it
Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin to it
This is for the G's all the way to the bay
For 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta get up
[Hook]
[Boots]
Now uhh, this fella, spits yella, never been a snitch teller
One pace up from my homies ditch dweller
Yellin "Fuck 'em Rocafella" my shit bump in acapella
My lyrical qoutes are nervous notes to bank tellers
When we call it off, we haulin off, Molotov's and bricks
Mr. Bailiff you could put that in the transcipts
Hope your motherfuckin petty workin band flips
Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips
Qoute us, you know we're stronger than a 3-day no-tice
Pay aquit, It's more of us than lies your mayor spit
I'm on some "Ma hate the game but love the player" shit
Is you a "have" or you a "have not"?
When you run out of bullets grab rocks
Cuz the prison don't slam locks
It don't open when your fam knocks, 'less you rich and have stocks
Fight the power like a motherfuckin Zulu
It's The Coup plus Kanume and Mutulu
So raise your hands in the air like your born again
But make a fist for the struggle we was born to win
[Hook]
[M1]
When I hear the woop-woop, I be duckin them hoes
I can smell a pig comin, so I stay on my toes
On the low from po-po, so fuck the Ho-lice
Cuz peace to me is loaded under my seat
And I know power respect that, so 'serve and protect' that
I'm young, black, and just don't give a fuck - try me
Grillin you right back, you better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy
And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin is never forgettable
This Hell we livin is never forgivable
It come down to DP and The Coup
Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and them
Fuck the po-po, local, state, fed and them
You better choose your side, Crip - Blood - 415
It's one team, get up and let's ride!
[Hook]
{music to fade}
*whistle*
"Dayaam, look at baby's hair over there and shit!
Damn big 1970's Jackson's afro and shit!"
[Boots]
Damn... motherfuckers, always bein like that
Apply three drips, rub softly with your fingertips
And even though you flipped, don't trip cause now you're, hip
And now you slick it, you grease it and you lick it
and you're lookin really wicked but your hair is now called good
You moisturize and texturize and relax-ize and civilize it
but yo I got a 'fro, so a bro's misunderstood
Kitchen in the back, give me dap I got a knapsack
Knick knack Patty's wack, cause in her mind it's firm
that straight is in and out is black
cause black went out with tenement shacks
but beauty is a natural fact so I say, "Fuck a perm!"
Let your hair down if you can't let it down
Lay it down on the seat beside you ain't nobody gonna steal it
Jackson 5 afro (x5)
[Boots]
Excuse but it moves me to just to ask the question where
Did we get this feeble fascination for straight hair?
My fro might scare and make brothers with perms squirm
Or get me into rocks with motherfuckers who got cocks
This nappy shit's on hit, I whip out my pick
I'm just about as freaky as an X-rated flick
Stay off my dick and I'll sit back as you get milked
By PCJ, waves and curls, and lustrous silk
So don't style your shit like Claire do
Cause it's your mind that's whipped, not your hairdo
Nappy haired brothers like myself
Will get a bald head and say...
[E-Roc]
Fuck it
I wrap a dread around your head and it'll make you choke
Won't hesitate to activate any perm and smoke
Don't call me a nigger I'm as big as see I know the commentary
Seeing that the term perm means temporary
Hairy to scare ya, curled at the top
See the hair that you wear it won't amazing rock
I'd rather have a nap sack or a dread instead
See I'm from the old school so I've got a bald head
Remember in the days when the biggest capper
Used to say you looked like an African booty-scratcher
I'm ripping it up just to let you see
That if it ain't natural then the shit ain't me
A Jackson 5 afro (x4)
Hey...fuck a perm
[Boots]
I'm risin like the vapors from the dank
Fuck the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank
What you thank? Walk the plank, is my motherfuckin attitude
Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin
to the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to'n up
But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up
My motherfucker done got hisself into a spot
I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot
If we gon' do this, we could this, but I'm trippin off
the factor that these bastards put me through this
Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie
Now I gots to do some shit, to leave yo' kids lonely
The level of my life should be higher
Told E-Roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire
Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned
off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm
Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk
You got a gat, I got a gat - now is you requestin funk?
They said no, E-Roc yelled, ";Trick!!";
When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch
Chorus: Boots
When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
When WE start the revolution, all they, probably do is SNITCH!
..
When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch
When WE start this revolution, all they, probably do is SNITCH!
[Boots]
I used to work at Mickey D's
And to my old buster-ass manager, licky DEEZ
Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease
And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees
I would despise flippin fries, I guess his bitch-ass
thought he was the shit, with his little red and gold tie
I asked him why I couldn't get mo' hours
He said it must be cause I lacked the mental powers
If I was smart then I would be in his position
I left his nose in a busted up condition
Only came back for my last check to pay me off
He told me then, that he wasn't gonna lay me off
Said I should quit and it would be to my enjoyment
I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment
To ALL the managers, on ALL the shifts
When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch!
Chorus
..
[Boots]
Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa
Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla
Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path
But I do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath
Punk asses like you is just here for confusion
Be abusin rhetoric, and it's slightly amusin
You be cruisin all the networks, Ebony and Jet works
'long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth?
If you ain't talkin bout endin exploitation
Then you just another Sambo in syndication
Always sayin words that's gon' bring about elation
Never doin shit, that's gon' bring us vindication
And while we gettin strangled by the slave-wage grippers
You wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business?
So you'll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch
Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch!
(snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch..)
Chorus
[ragga chat]
Busterismology, we don't want it no sir
Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer
Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer
Busterismology, it only fi bustas (2X)
[Pam the Funkstress]
Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeah
This is the Pam the Funkstress
comin at you, on the microphone like thisss
About to break it down and let you know
what busterismology is all about
A buster is a motherfucker who will sell you out
for a glass of water when it's raining
Busterism is what busters do
And last but not least, busterismology
is the study of all these motherfuckers to learn
If you do not know, now you know
what busterismology is all about
Nine-eight (nine-eight) The Coup (The Coup)
Boots (Boots) and me Pam the Funkstress
(Pam the Funkstress)
";Dr. Bruce, telephone please, Dr. Bruce, telephone please..";
";Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian..";
";Nurse, somebody's broken into the amphetamine sulfate again";
";Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian..";
[E-Roc]
My motherfucker took led it was unexpected
Mobbed through the do', smelled the disinfectant
Mashed third flo' on the elevator
Seen Boots hemmed on the respirator
Death was on his face too soon
C'mon baby holla at your ace boom coon
Tell me who it was and I'll be buckin like a untamed stallion
Say another word and see me gather a batallion
[Boots]
Shit, I give a fuck who did the killing
Got a puncture in my lung, tell em gimme penicillin
Fingertips ain't got no feelin, pain-killin, gimme codeine
Don't let me vomit up my guts, let's keep the flo' clean
I seen em comin for a mile through the rearview
I'll tell you one thing bout them po-po's, they don't LOVE you
[E-Roc]
Sheeyit, like I needed you to tell
Motherfucker make sense - you delirious as hell
[Boots]
Lean over the bed and let me whisper close
Watch these motherfuckers with the stethoscopes
You know I'm uninsured up in this b-i-otch
My medical plan was to not get shot
I get the..
";One two three!"; ";Code blue!";
";One two three! ";Code blue!";
*bzzzzzzzzzzzzt* ";Clear!";
*bzzzzzzzzzzzzt*
";I've got a pulse..";
[Boots]
Nurse, what's the status?
E please don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus
[E] I ain't gon' let em FUCK with your breathing apparatus
[B] PLEASE don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus
[E] I ain't gon' let em FUCK with your breathing apparatus
[B] PLEASE don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus
[Boots]
I'm feelin hostile, with this fuckin hose up my nostril
My bills be colossal, creditors be followin me
like apostles, I jostled the fossils
of thoughts that's given
Fuck these motherfuckers tryin to pimp me for livin
Scrape up scrilla for the box I'm in
if we can't hock some ends, for this oxygen
[E-Roc]
I know what you feelin, we see eye to eye
and it's slugs goin off if they let you die
I'm fin' ta split like a virus, come back with Multiplicity
They always doin this to the black ethnicity
and anybody offa who dey make moola
This should let you know yo' life's controlled by who da rula
It's some murderous, medical, supervision
Had my baby boy, couldn't get a circumcision
You ain't got insurance that be costin G's
They be actin hands off like you got a disease
[B] Ay man I got a disease
[E] Damn what you catch?
[B] It's called broke, with no motherfuckin respect
[B] and it's a STD, but you ain't never gon' nut
[B] cause it come from a long legacy of gettin FUCKED
[E] I'm finsta make it happen on the phone, shh, shut up!
[E] E.J., get your mom
[B] Aight, hook it up
[E] Shup? This is E, put on yo' shit kickers
[E] and hop on the bus, we need MEDICARE STICKERS
[E] I ain't gon' let em FUCK with your breathing apparatus
[B] PLEASE don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus
[E] I ain't gon' let em FUCK with your breathing apparatus
[B] PLEASE don't let em fuck with my breathing apparatus
[E-Roc]
Motherfuckers tryin to live like the Huxtables
Comfortable, but my bank account ain't functional
And now another thing that's disturbin me
how the fuzz gon' put you in the infirmary?
[Boots]
See I'm a communist, I'll tell yo' momma the truth
And now they wanna assassinate me like they John Wilkes Booth
But umm, recognize sperm, cause yo' brain is the maternity
Conception through yo' ear, now my game lasts through
eterni-*cough*-ty *cough, cough*
";Breathe again, breathe again..
And I will never breathe again.."; -> Toni Braxton (repeat 2X)
[Doctor]
Well, I've been looking at the patient's stats
It seems as if he's lost his will to pay
* Beavis and Butthead sample *
[Butthead] Whoa! Uh-heheh-heheh, uh-heheh
That kicked ASS!
[Beavis] Yeah yeah heh yeah
That was fly
* DJ Pam the Funkstress starts cuttin up ";That was fly"; *
Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X)
20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute
This slug's for Newt - shut your mouth, don't pollute
Army of down motherfuckers, shit we tryin to recruit!
[Boots]
See now we're talkin systematic, mack mechanics, decomposin
Chosen, representatives, from the ho's been known to act wit
pimp theatrics, a tactic necessary
In fact they wanna have us buyin from the commissary
This commentary's for my folks under involuntary servitude
Cause bosses don't be servin you your monetary
Pervin you like rum'n'dairy pulsin through your capillaries
Some inherit green, the rest just get our folks to bury
I'm abolitionary, wishin the judiciary
say this year for merry merry, free the penitentiary!
Peoples gon' rumble as long as stomachs grumble
and crack pipes tumble over asphault that's crumbled
Hundreds come in bundles and, hop is mixed with funnels
Cause babies wit shoes too small gon' stumble
This composition is sedition, opposition to the rulin class
Wishin they could detonate us hooked to the ignition
Keep my slacks creased to punch the clock for the beast
As my rent don't cease, his pockets get obese
Can't have inner peace without havin a piece
When the stepped on step up, we let the dragon release
Chorus
[Boots]
Disaster! The filthy rich bastards wanna milk yo' ass
faster, ask fuh, no salvation comin from the damn pastor
Old ladies play canasta, under roofs of cracker plaster
Little kids dive in the trash for discarded Dutchmasters
Dead potnahs on mural walls
Homeless kids takin baths up in gas station urinals
Shit the system can't cure it all
If everybody had a job then stock value's sure to fall
Hundred million neck slashes, so these facists
can make sho' that they check cashes, let's get massive
Wage struggle as direct classes, on just how we gonna
overthrow they bitch asses, give whiplashes
from the force as we make it tight, and ignite
the flames of takin over daily life, make it a right
to have food, threads and homestead
and Pac Bell won't ever cut your phone dead -- we own it!
But these business that love payin minimum wage
ain't gon' let you take they shit unless you showin the gauge
And if you do it by yourself they gon' put you in a cage
If you in a rage, please meet me on the same page, with a
Chorus
Presto, read the Communist Manifesto
Guerillas in the Mist, a Guevara named Ernesto, so
(E-Roc: What a brother with a afro know?)
Yo, go and flow for the mack and be the hoe
so grow cause the lynchin brothers might get hung
Better rip through em from the tip of my mouth/Mao, say/Tse-Tung/tongue
Deficit (money spent) catch the glint
(E-Roc: of my nine as they cut welfare twenty-five percent)
And I dissent, as I clench and raise my fist
(We did away with, that) so you could get with this
Here's a twist cause we'll overthrow like Kwame N'Krumah
Spread around the wealth as if it were a, vicious rumor
Pam, cuts a record like a surgeon cuts a tumor from a brain
(E-Roc: We're all cooped up so feel the pain)
from four hundred years of exploitation
Anesthesia provided by your local TV station
Patience is not a virtue (I ain't waitin)
Turn this shit over like Bush did a boatload of Haitians
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches ";Dig It!";*
How now Brown Cow I'm down with the Mau Mau
Clown downtown tried to put us in the dog pound
like H. Rap Brown with the situation
(Won't get no callouses) cause I'm spittin dialectical analysis
So how is this, we never had no Funk
until you found out that I turned to revolutionary hunk
(Chump!) Bump you over like dominoes, rat
(E-Roc: So free Geronimo Gi Jaga Pratt!)
Lyrics hear it fear it can't get near it
got a sample didn't clear it
Point Blank says, ";Fuck five-oh!"; That's the spirit
Cheer it, spat out, the fat that I consumed
Knew that I was doomed since my date of birth
to be the wretched of the earth, never had a Dream that was American
(The golden ?leg to chair again?) Despair again
(But that ain't nuthin new) Told the streets were paved with gold
Whoever paved that shit got minimum wage too!
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches ";Dig It!";*
";Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?"; (repeat 3X)
";Do you understand, do you understand...";
(E-Roc: Gunned us, stunned us) exploited and they hung us
I'd like to take a moment to say, ";Fuck Columbus!";
(Millions off my back) the black on black crisis is a myth
The crack that did this to us (was the one from the whip)
The record skip, the record skip, the record ship *SCRATCH*
The record skips, cause my voice is kinda scratchy
from yelling, ";Oh shit!"; when five-oh comes to harass me
They never pass me, no one to go and tail bro
(E-Roc: Trying to kill the movement with the new CoIntelPro)
Leaders they killed, if I said it, it would threaten em
They only see my back because I'm three steps ahead of em
We're not fallin in the slot you slated
(E-Roc: We realize that our power's nickel-plated)
Masses move as well as asses do, class is through
Our time is over, past it's due
(And you still wanna know) the origin of the flow
OAKLAND CALIFORNIA NINE-FOUR-SIX-ONE-OH
*DJ Pam cuts ";Dig It!";
(Yeah, The Coup, comin at you in ninety-three!)
Yeah, and we out y'all...
";Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?"; (repeat 3X)
";Do you understand, do you understand...";
* Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase
"We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along" *
[Boots]
Now the FBI monitors with no feedback
Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at
or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that
Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak
Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back
It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack
Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do
Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku
The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup
If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew"
Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks
Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip
Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit
My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip
Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit
Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips
Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile
Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel
This girl Cheryl got parole violation
Said she was high cause of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now since infinity
You get searched livin in this vicinity
or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right
They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican
Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin
Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines
but the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem
The ruling class shifts dope to you and me
And don't get arrested, this is lunacy
or is it pimp low magic in unity
Is it a war on drugs, or just my community?
Now who gets paper and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who gets served?
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who gets served?
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot
So many cops around the block ?? Tupac
You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox
Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks?
Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente
Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente
Not a teacher but a sensei
These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's
Makin police state officials with fat bones
that's made of gristle test they torque to differential
Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial
'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils
That type of struggle motivated my pencil
It ain't mental it's material
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo
Babies need cereal, folks need currency
My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently
Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected
Guess they gon' til the new prison get elected
and that'll solve they unemployment streak
They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a week
That's why they packin us in there in droves and fleets
And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets
Now who gets paper and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who gets served?
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and who gets served?
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
[Boots]
I'm a walkin contradiction like bullets and love mixin
Slur my words with perfect diction, I'm guilty of my convictions
Complicated compositions punctuated propositions
It's tenacious two-step, audio with ambition
Make you rev your transmission, in the intersection twistin
When the Henny hits the ground, sidewalks will be christened
I'm so nervous and sweaty, that this gat might slip out my hand
A homeless dude need a tip in his can
He put his bid in this man, now it's just bitterness man
We need to better this plan, I'm not just spittin at fam
When I'm runnin from the police I don't have to rush
I'm so dope I just jump in the toilet and flush
We cut it boil it and hush, 'luminum foil it and such
Tryin to catch the few bucks them big boys didn't clutch
We use a tweezers for crutch, when we done burned down the dutch
But when they Starsky & Hutch, we just shit out of luck
Ay, obviously what we've been doin so far ain't workin
Get your hustle right
Learn the game tight
Ain't no spectatin
You up in this fight
And uh, y'know
Pick a bigger weapon
Y-y-y-you've got ass breath!
{*scratched: "And now a word from our sponsor"*}
You've got ass breath! You've got ass breath!
You've got ass breath! {*"A word from our sponsor"*}
[Boots]
Some confuse ass-breath for strong halitosis
It's been hundreds of years since the first diagnosis
By the African doctor Mawangi Misoi
Known in the states as Mr. Thomas' boy
He found that preventing this affliction was lost
with the mention of the phrase, "Um yessir boss!"
When that phrase was uttered many stomachs would wrench
Some jumped in the Atlantic to escape the stench
He know that ass-breath came from kissin ass a lot
To be the boss's knight-in-armor like Lancelot
Doctor Misoi years later, before he was hanged
Developed pills with the taste, of lemon merengue
Made from ground gunpowder, of Haitian slaves
And swept from Seminoles who just wouldn't behave
He tested first on young Nat from the Turner plantation
Then sent a batch off to the French speakin nation
It should also be noted a bottle of it was found
in the clenched dead hand of the white John Brown
Everytime it went 'round new people would find it
They would take their essence, put it in and grind it
In Russia, Africa, Asia too
Mao Tse-Tung made the flavors new
In Cuba, the people make new shipments
of this pill that is on the FDA shit-list
That is not recommended, to take befo' dinner
When supervisin Presidents and such type sinners
Take this pill and say what you wish you said
It hardens backbones, they might wish you dead
And it's not to be confused with courage juice
Which we drank in chains and we still ain't loose
These pills really should be taken in groups
Cause ass-breath motherfuckers move with troops
MLK took half a pill, procrastinatin
Once he took a whole pill, they assassinate him
Take Ass-Breath Killers, to really get down
Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found
[singers]
When it's time to speak up and you can't make a sound
Take the pills that'll make you kick the king in his crown
Take Ass-Breath Killers, to really get down
Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found
"Dr. Misoi's Ass-Breath Killers"
"You've got ass-breath" {*4X*}
[Disclaimer]
The makers of Dr. Misoi's Ass-Breath Killers
are not responsible for corporate losses
or topplings of local regimes and/or governments
[Boots]
So you done took the pill, is it workin yet?
(Nah; man is yours workin yet?)
I think mine is about to start workin now
There it goes
"Hey what are you guys supposed to be doin?"
{*scratched: "Help me out"*}
{^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
{*scratched: "Help me out"*}
{^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco {^1} y'know how this go
[Boots]
Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin
On the turf debatin how to get it percolatin
He workin you while we happy just to work a day
But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin {^1}
Do you checks have elasticity?
Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity?
Did you scream and yell explicitly?
Force the boss into complicity {^1}
I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
Rollin dope fiend rentals through your residential
Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensil
Finna teach pimp class with a hoe credential {^1}
They own sweats shops, pet cops and fields of cola
Murder babies with they molars on the areola
Control the Pope, Dali Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
Bump this rollin {^1} in your bucket or your new Corolla
Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out
Yellin, "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!"
Wanna know what this demeanor's bout? City tried to clean us out
Green is clout, shut 'em down {^1} they ain't never seen a drought
You interviewed but they ain't callin you back
And for the record I ain't called it a gat
But tuck this in the small of your back
Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap {^1}
[Chorus]
[Boots]
'Cept this game ain't slow, it's the creeper
If you a janitor, get a street sweeper
Ugly is even skin deeper
If you can't get the Pres, get the VeePer {^1}
They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner
Spillin swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid
Flip off the lid, who you {^1} pourin fo'?
You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller, uhh
"Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller
They wear skivvies that's made of chinchilla
Factory in Mexico, bought {^1} a spring villa
I'm from the land where the Panthers grew
You know the city and the avenue
If you the boss we'll be smabbin through, and we'll be grabbin you
To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" {^1}
And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the
[Chorus]
[Boots]
Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution
When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution
You could throw a twenty in a vat 'o hot oil
When he jump in after it watch him boil {^1}
Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
If you can find he can swim
put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend
Videotape and the party don't end {^1}
Tell that boogers be sellin like crack
He gon' put the little baggies in his nose, and suffocate like that
Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you {^1} know this one
Make sure you ain't got no priors
Don't tell 'em that we conspired
We could let him try to change a flat tire
Or we could all at once retire {^1}
There are just a few of the
[Chorus]
[Boots]
Bay Area, get ready to brawl, Bay Area, are you ready to brawl?
L.A., get ready to brawl, L.A., are you ready to brawl? {^1}
Chi-town, get ready to brawl, Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, get ready to brawl, Detroit, are you ready to brawl? {^1}
Atlanta, get ready to brawl, Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
Houston, get ready to brawl, Houston, are you ready to brawl? {^1}
New York, get ready to brawl, New York, are you ready to brawl?
London, get ready to brawl, London, are you ready to brawl? {^1}
Capetown, get ready to brawl, Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
Tokyo, get ready to brawl, Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? {^1}
Yeah
The Coup {^1}
Boots Riley
Pam the Funkstress
It's really goin' down {^1}
Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin
The Coup
You know, sum'n, sum'n {^1}
*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking*
";Do you know what's green?";
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches Cypress Hill ";puffin on a blunt";*
[Boots]
Last night I puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt
cause I done said this ten times befo'
that when my life has come to a crescendo, I would let that indo go
but I'm still kissin it like I'm under the mistletoe
So here we go I'm Mork'in with the steady swagger
speakin with a stunt, steady stagger preachin with a Southern drawl
that sounds like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and played it off
Said I know I'm flippin since the last one G my laces are tied
so you can't trip with me, I remember 1988 December
Someone said, ";Puff on this before you go up in her";
So I did it and I guess it must have did the trick
She enjoyed it so I guess I must have rocked the clit
Felt like a man and I loved her with an indo trip
Don't know why, cause I couldn't even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and I'm always gettin blasted but it's drastic
cause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kicked
Can't buy it with plastic so I'm off to drain the vein for days
I get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stink
Call myself a saint, cause I won't touch a bowl of food
I gives a fuck, just don't interrupt my Looney Tunes
this afternoon cause I can find a job anytime
Step off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers state of mind
Run-D.M.C., AT&T;, yo they both Be Illin'
I smoked that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar billin
And I'm willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to cope
but if I didn't take a toke I'd be leadin a street revolt
So I make a mental note, and to my frustration
I decide I can't do shit about the situation
Put the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and it's on hit
Coulda been my last blunt... but I can't quit
cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shit
Squeezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cow's tit
But on the flip tip I know I gotta get a grip
even though in high school he used to be hip
*coughing*
But shit I'm hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethin
My throat can't take no more, no future in my frontin
But it's rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints
That's why I been on the bench for marijuana to this point
But it don't faze me though I take it lacadaisical
It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow
But I'm an old bro, I done passed two decades
I'm wearin shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze
caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly
Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches and no safety pins
Now I'm pennin rhymes about gettin on the wagon
and I get skittish when I think of how the British
put the opium in Asia, fat one to that tactic
Gankin black folks while they daze ya, if you're gettin perved
you're gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonic
Brothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it's ironic
cause we're not gettin fucked up, we're just gettin FUCKED
Shit out of luck and we're stuck with our mind in a muck
So don't duck the situation cause I used to smoke fat Taylors
til I figured out that the ganjah was a jailor
Wait a, minute, while I get up in a funky situation
The Coup is coming through, and there's no hallucination
So what the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's mental constipation
there's no hesitation when I'm talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions
Government made afflictions and I have an addiction
that's a big contradiction so I must confront it
Cause ain't no revolution gonna come from a blunt
*singers sing ";Put the blunt down, oooh-ooh!"; 2X*
My partner's cousin's uncle got killed by a shooter
I'm depressed so there's a rumor Boots is gonna hit the buddah
Mary Jane will be alone tonight the only type of hit in sight
comes from Pam the Funkstress, give it to her
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches ";blunt";*
[Boots]
How we gon' get in for free?
Now, I calculate the beatin for approximated speakin
Play it at your party for intoxicated freakin
One for the motherfuckers at the par-ty
Two for the DJ's bumpin this for me
Three for the girls with the fake ID
and a pound if you snuck through the back for free
See sneakin into shit probably always been my hobby
1985, in the Henry J. lobby
Ten bones for the Fresh Fest to me was like robbery
Tennis shoes squeakin -- security tried to mob me
People screamin so loud, they lungs got broke when
$hort grabbed the mic and started yellin out, ";OAKLAND!";
Not the type of brother that's hard with a death wish
but one thing that I'll die for is bein on the guest list
I'm talkin bout a pissyfit, sayin loud explicit shit
";Can't you read my name motherfucker; ain't you literate?!?!!";
I be sayin this even if it ain't legitimate
Although it ain't considerate, I get in with no scrilla spent
Caught the 57 bus to the Coliseum
Run-D.M.C. and LL, gotta see em
Negotiatin with a guard out by the trailer
Me and twenty potnahs got in for a Taylor
Later in the game shit was much more elaborate
Motherfuckers rocked the spot, with fake laminate
Show em to security, and it was like BAM!
On stage with Ice Cube at the Summer Jam
I'm not a fronter and, this ain't a cover band
I'm always givin you the really and no other than
Alameda Drive-In, didn't wanna pay a buck
Five motherfuckers layin flat, in the mini-truck
Used to sneak in to the Eastmont Cinemas
Through the exit, sometimes about ten of us
But you know, I guess it was so easy
cause they playin movies that's already on TV
Most of them flicks I can't recommend
But back then, half the fun was sneakin in
See me in the alley, but nah I ain't no crack hoe
I'm waitin for my folks to open up the back do'
[Boots]
Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
Ignited it, and said, ";I hope the vapors don't insult ya";
What I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
Bored, said, ";We need a plot,"; I comply, ";Let's leave the spot";
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is ";hay-zoos"; but his pimp name is ";gee-zus";
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
";Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?"; said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
";Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you stick around";
This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sho' that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his dick
Philosophy that he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, ";Somebody musta scratch it";
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet
Well since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't function
From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
";Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive";
Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, ";C'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!";
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Chorus: *sung* (2X)
Oakland do you wanna ride?
I can't hear you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight?
[Boots]
City lights from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was that could break my momma's back
Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
And on the track, she went from beautiful to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, ";He missin' a arm, and he seem like a pee-pee head";
She said, ";Don't cuss,"; and my teeth to go brush
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the stroll
She'd tuck me into bed and sing:
You're much too beautiful for words (4X)
I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as paramedics leave
Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back before this scene:
Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the pump wit one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even have the strength to say, ";I love you Boo";
But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus 'bout directions
";S go to Frisco.."; (I got very friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Chorus
[Boots]
The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
My temperatyre gayge read ";cold and blistery";
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphault history
This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation points
First it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only thing I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, ";Why the hell you pointin' a gat?";
So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, ";This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, I'ma double click your icons";
He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night
Chorus
Boots:
well this is verbal penetration
alert your school administration
if you act like a dick castration
it just brings me elation
your misleading presentation
was just boring oration
gunclaps from my tech will be your standing ovation
beat-per-minute calculations
match aorta calculations
which speed up if you eat that greasy defication at Nation's
tear along the preforation
means collection notification
and you know i stack my scrilla in negative denominations
and thats a damn abomination
it takes all my concentration
to not rob armored transportation
and collect compensation
but it takes contemptlation, conspiration
conversation and propagation
information dissemination and tribulations no hesitation
indoctrination, affiliation, penitentary and jail evasion
for liberation and publications -
spell THE COUP with capitalizations
Boots (2nd verse):
i was on the verge of ejaculation
police performed a home evasion
so i cut off the illumination
and jumped out of the ventilation
they were in anticipation
waiting in voltron formation
so i performed circumnavigation
and then crawled through the foilation
started my legs to gyration
caught me, took me to the station
valubales confiscation, started the interrogation
causing business complications
said they wanted pacification
i said i know all yo macinations
you gets no respect, no information
one mo thang fo yo gestation
think you should try self-fornication
[Boots]
Now if ya gettin' in my car don't sit down right away
Cause my passenger seat tilts sideaways
And don't even try to lean the shit back
The whole damn thang'll fall off the track
Stick your hand out, and signal for a right
My window's stuck plus I got a broken turn light
Naw I ain't dippin'! Sometimes I get a stuck brake
Got my rearview attached with some duct tape
Keep yo' knee right there!
I'm tryna keep that glove compartment closed playa!
The seatbelt don't work just tie it round your waist
If you crash through the window just cover your face
The radio gets one station on AM, it's Chinese
but if you listed you could catch what they sayin'
Stop complainin' -- I heard what you said
So what the seat spring poked you in the leg?
Didn't know it stabbed you, but what you stompin' fo'?
You finna put yo' foot through that hole in the flo'!
Now what you say - you gonna sue me?
Awwww, because the baby hurt his leg and got a booby?
Now your feelings hurt, you wanna get up out my shit
Cool motherfucker, here you go, get yo' kicks
You need to act a little older!
If you want that do' to open you gon' have to use yo' shoulder
Get the fuck up out fool, you lose - why?
My car is better than yo' shoes
Chorus: *sung* (2X)
Now if you get in my bucket baby, you gotta sit on the flo'
And I ain't go no license you know, I'm tryin-a duck the po'-po'
[Boots]
See me in the town you might think I'm a star
Every three months in a different car
Like the other day in a '81 Datsun
wit' my alternator rollin' shotgun
Or in the fall in a '88 Seville
Pushin' it wit my foot down the hill
Once I did a job, the lady didn't wanna pay me
So she offered me a hooptie instead, I said MAYBE
Cause it looked like it went through a war
Missin' a door, three out of four
Ain't bad -- but is it safe to drive?
I'll wait til payday, then make it live
Fixed the beat first cause that's my choice
A bucket wit' the beat look like a Rolls Royce!
Next week it broke down on the Bay Bridge
And lemme tell you that motherfucker dang-ress!
Had a hun'ed so I hit the auction block off
Got a seven-six Pinto wit' some knock offs
Catchin' buses be gettin' me to work late
And you know that slow down my pay rate
Down to zero
No alignment make it kinda hard to steer though
They need to pay me for all these adventures
Tell 'em to my grandkids when I got dentures
Makin' a buck really costs a buck fiddy
It's only that cheap if yo' cars shitty
Motherfuckers laughin' but it beats the AC transit blues
Shit, my car is better than my shoes
Chorus
1986 a motherfucker doin tricks on the mix and I don't mean the fader
Face of zits but gettin grits with black steel firesticks
Drama buildin Empire somethin like Darth Vader
Now Lonzo was armed with nuttin but a mean mug
(But tucked a forty-five, with forty-five slugs)
He was a jitterbug thug, at the dance, cuttin a rug
(Treatin his sisters like a hooker) Greetin his partners with a hug
Breakdown shakedown, this brother would take a pound
of some soon to be cake grounds, and then go make rounds
Firearms protectin wads of gorgeous greens
Paper stacks of paid tax off of broken dreams
At puberty his liberty was found within a key
Rocks were cookin but he's lookin for a way to be free
Here's a key (there's a key) but Lonzo, where's yours?
There's no key to the door, but there's money on the floor
(So stoop down) Bend over (hurry pick it up fast)
But watch out, Lonzo -- YOU'LL GET FUCKED IN THE ASS
";A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!";
";Do, do, you know dis kid?";
LONZO!
(repeat 4X)
LONZO!
Knock knock (who is it?) time to visit but it's two years later
Cause Lonzo's rollin harder and it's 1988
He's got some fat he's got some mo' greens (and a brand new Benz)
He's got respect and he suspects that it won't end
A couch is still a couch (and a chair is still a chair)
But a house is now a crackhouse Luther, Lonzo's there
Dying brains, dying bodies, too and from these dead residence
Try in vain to kill they pain, exchangin, dead presidents
Many bourgeoise parlei francoise (I don't speak it but I know it)
It's all the same (the business game) but you go to jail for this shit
We were tribal our survival was now based on stoppin rivals
Who's the fittest, as I raise my fists up can't survive and not be ruthless
(So why be straight, and scratch the bones
And a cellular phone, somebody's sittin on the throne
Cause they don't let, black folks own)
THEY JUST GIVE US THIS SHIT ON LOAN, KICK IT
";A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!";
";Do, do, you know dis kid?";
LONZO!
(repeat 4X)
LONZO!
Ahahaha, what was I finished saying?
(Aww yeah Lonzo's back in the County man)
Damn we'll go visit him on Sunday when we visit Dee aight?
(Madge says that Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo says the County is the slipper, tripper, stucker
Years of unsettled funk and who gets what bunk junk
makes you feel like you took a test and flunked
(But don't get disturbed or perturbed; the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he grades with a downhill curve)
Told Lonzo kick it, the system is wicked, trick it, predict it
We got a way to lick it, gave him a book, said, ";Here's the ticket";
(Now he's addicted) to learnin how we been afflicted
And what distributin that shit did
I made a quick bid to say, ";Don't trip kid
You never worked for the mob"; (You had a government job)
Lonzo knew I was right, no fight, now we're tight
(Plus he been out of jail about a year ago last night)
Now he hangs with us poor revolutionary brothers
And five-oh, more than ever wants to fuck us
Just cause we know the road to riches is crooked and narrow
WE'LL GET MORE POWER FROM A HUNDRED THOUSAND GUN BARRELS
";A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!";
";Do, do, you know dis kid?";
(repeat 4X)
(Hey, how are you guys fixing to pay?)
Verse One: (?)
Now check it, the topic of discussion
Is more than a financial profit
United Snakes won't stop it
Blow for blow, the flow with the commentary gets
Seventy-six septillion tons a-spinnin'
[Steady steppin into a new phase
New thoughts representing our slavery days]
The seeds of weeds and crops is much more than you figure
Yo if he's a black man he must be a nigger
They make a gimmick I wouldn't doubt
[A sucker selling out for the sake of a scream and shout]
Elements don't grow with nonsense
Rather kick a little bit of science
[Science about controlling actions of another
America was built on the sweat of black sisters and brothers]
Never allowed to breathe but allowed to bleed and breed
[Stripped of our creed and religion surviving on intuition]
And what the master said give 'em
[And besides the black man is the original lord of the land]
So I'm clenching my right hand
[Brothers and sisters we must fight this slumlord]
Overlord of the concrete jungle but I'm humble
As I witness my opponent crumble
Like the shack that I live in the house that I rent from him
[Roach infested I'm sure that the rats are nesting
The heat doesn't work he still hasn't checked it
Disrespected me for the last time
I loaded up the nine stepping double time
Bullseye]
Another point scored
Right between the eyes of my landlord
Verse Two: Defrost
They tell me to hold my peace but I just can't
But I'm Defrost of the rap group of Point Blank
So me I'm chilling at the table
*whistle*
";Dayaam, look at baby's hair over there and shit!
Damn big 1970's Jackson's afro and shit!";
[Boots]
Damn... motherfuckers, always bein like that
Apply three drips, rub softly with your fingertips
And even though you flipped, don't trip cause now you're, hip
And now you slick it, you grease it and you lick it
and you're lookin really wicked but your hair is now called good
You moisturize and texturize and relax-ize and civilize it
but yo I got a 'fro, so a bro's misunderstood
Kitchen in the back, give me dap I got a knapsack
Knick knack Patty's wack, cause in her mind it's firm
that straight is in and out is black
cause black went out with tenament shacks
but beauty is a natural fact so I say, ";Fuck a perm!";
Baby boy (get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you .
crying to the beat of the words project complex.
looking out his window(get it together)
wondering if he is now the owner of a complex
living in the projects
yeah well er um mama's living on welfare
and she aint been living well
and that for damn sure aint fair
that's 360 degrees of poverty(get it together).
baby boy with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
realizing living in a society with a bunch of menaces
cant be all damn bad when labelled a menace to society
well shit he fit right in looking at you like youre mad (get it together)
cos you talking out your butt wah wahwahwah
just say no to drugs but say yes to what?
baby boy(get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
thinks he's a man now
cos he now has a baby boy(get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
crying to the same beat of the words project complex
looking out his window wondering am i not the owner of a complex
living in the projects
you see what goes around comes back around
and oh goddamn here it come now
[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Y'all know who he is
Y'all know JUST who he is!
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Y'all know who he is
Y'all know JUST who he is!
[E-Roc]
Now WHO'S that motherfucker who rollin down my street
Every other week, jackin shit, while ya sleep
Creepin through the cuts, heartless don't give a fuck
if ya broke, ";Did you pay last month's car note?";
Ohh, I be scrapin, scratchin for bones
I got the cellular phone I just picked up on loans
Keepin up with them Jones put my ass in debt
Now who's the motherfucker tryin to take my shit?
It's the Repo Man, addin interest rates
He's got ";BREAK-YO'SELF"; on his license plate
He took my color TV, the dining room set
The microwave, my daddy's Corvette
If you in debt, he's gon' get yo' ass for somethin
I heard - it's No Future in Yo' Frontin
So let it be known, black folks don't own
they just give us this shit on loan!
[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
It's the Repo Man
It's the Repo Man
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
It's the Repo Man
God DAMN it's the Repo Man
[Boots]
Seen him slidin through the town about eleven o'clock
A 1994 850 and the tires were stock
He'll make a visit to your house like without no knock
And if you pulls out a pole it wouldn't be no shock
I gives a fuck how much you bench press, if you ain't pushin up
that twenty-five percent interest, your property gets chin checked
Reposessed, now your ride is at the shoe department, dressed for less
He gives a fuck if youse a mobber with three toddlers and a infant
He'll take the TV and the carpet in the living room that's stain resistant
It's like living in the house wit yo' daddy pearchin nice
You can own a chair, but it's still Pop's merchandise
and ain't no gettin up and movin outside
The Repo Man got clientele worldwide
But trip on this, when you think you step ahead
Cause most likely, you one paycheck ahead
of the Repo Man
[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Y'all know it's the Repo Man
It's the Repo Man!
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
It's that Repo Man
God DAMN it's the Repo Man
[singers]
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank?
Who is the motherfucker rollin through the hood?
Who is the motherfucker up to no good?
Who is the motherfucker takin your bank?
Who is the motherfucker always on the gank? ..
