You know you're my cookie baby and you're too smart
I can see it in the lines of your school art
True heart
I mean courage
Expressed with care
Go on draw them superheroes with the curly hair
You're my daughter
My love
More than kin to me
This for you and the woman that you finna be
Tell that boy he's wrong
Girls are strong
Next time at show and tell play him our song
Tell your teacher I said princesses are evil
How they got all they money was they killed people
If somebody hits you
Hit 'em back
Then negotiate a peace contract
Life if a challenge and you gotta team up
If you play house pretend that the man clean up
You too busy with the other things you gotta do
If you start something, now
Remember, follow through
Later on you gon' blossom like a lotus
You'll get into boys and the boys gon' notice
It don't matter who you do it with
Just remember when I tell you baby you the shit
Handshakes are promises
Lies can spoil it
Words should be bond and seal
Wash you hands after using the toilet
Brush after every meal
And also
*Chorus*
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'cuz things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'cuz things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(oh yeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right there?
(oh yeah)
My boogie baby now
The world ain't no fairy tale
And it's ran by some rich white scary males
To make it simple for you let's call 'em the bosses
They take money while the people take losses
Stole Black folds from Africa
To work for free
And we still barely get paid enough to eat
That's what I told you
I be saying in my vocals
That's why the woman got the gun on the logo
The star is the future
That we gon' create
Where nobody steal money from the things we make
The revolution takes time and space
But you as a woman gotta know you're place
That's in the front baby
I'm being blunt baby
If the get mad say it's they time of the month baby
Your face is just like the sun when it raises
Thank you for adding beauty to my phrases
Handshakes are promises
Lies can spoil it
Words should be bond and seal
Wash your hands after using the toilet
Brush after every meal
And also
*Chorus*
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'cuz things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit
Wear clean draws
Everyday
'cuz things may fall
The wrong way
You'll be lying there
Waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear
Got holes and shit
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(oh yeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right there?
(oh yeah)
Clap yo hands
Clap yo hands
Clap yo hands
Clap yo hands
Clap yo hands
[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
(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)
(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
[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
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
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
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 as smooth with it so
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..
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
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?"
Come up come up man repeat
Get it up, i mean give it up fool,
Now give me those minerals and those jewels
Because it's 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 can't 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 it's a family thing
so don't 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
Chorus
We are taking these if you please
Cheerio
We are taking these if you don't please
Check it out
Repeat
Knock knock motherfucka let me in
I just wanna kick it in your big ass den
And if you don't like it take two to the chin
And show me to the kitchen cos my kids are getting thin
I don't 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
That's 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 it's time to put this 9 in my hand.
So put the money in the bag and 86 the tricks
Don't 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 don't please
Chorus
How does it feel when you got no food
Take out the supermarkets so the people wouldn't 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 can't 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 don't 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
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this
Chorus:
Niggas in Oakland all day long
Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn
Making cash real fast and you know it's on
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
All we do is smoke that weed
And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed
And a little bit of head is all we need
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
[Ant Banks]
Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don't play that
Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
Cause rat packers try to jack that ass
From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack cash
And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it
Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it
Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and
Your friends might get you if you're slipping in Oakland
Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga close
Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost
And don't say Ant Banks didn't warn ya
About the loced-ass gangstas killing in California
That's where I'm from, nigga, rolling in my G-ride
Hey, you gonna see me slide when I'm on the Eastside
Making all my fucking gitnotes
Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes
That's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning
Kicking back getting high lounging
It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew
You're sipping on a brew, you're pimping bitches too
And the shit don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be
Then macking these hoes should be equality
See, the game goes deep when you're rolling
Hanging on the streets of Oakland
Chorus
Nighttime falls and everybody's perking
No punks around so funks occurring
But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing
In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing
And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking
Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking
Knowing you's a balling-ass nigga everybody hates
Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight
Blowing up like dynamite
Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and China white
Fuck it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets
Playing punk bitches like puppets
Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks
Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat
To look good for the hoes, man these niggas ain't joking
Boy, you get that ass smoked in Oakland
Chorus
[Boots - spoken]
Aw yeah, The Coup is up in here, and we be talking about the
Real. Motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we
Know the deal. Now the originality of our principality is that
We don't play the pimp. But the reality of our locality, and
You'll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit
To pay their rent. But here's a hint: how we gonna get it straight
When we bent? Shit, see I ain't never had shit but my stripes
And my game and my life, and all them's just hand downs from my
Grandaddy. Yeah, I'm living large kidding with Ant Banks, but I'm
[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
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin' out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin' out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now this is mo' mean than fo' fiends with glocks unloading
Scrappin' for a bag of gold rings and codeine
Whole life savings hid under the molding
Mama said, "Knock them out" and I'm quoting
You're voting which you're hoping
Will stop the guns from smoking
Is someone fucking joking?
They're bonkers in sheep's clothing
I know places where the kids keep crooking
Lacking the essential vitamins and protein
Hustlin' and hyphy are eloping
I'm the best man bustin' shots and toasting
Sippin' Grey Goose get clipped off the bird
Come Sunday mornin' get tripped off the word
TV and them preachers got pimp talkin' verbs
Settin' us up to get ripped off and stirred
You flipped all them birds so your funds act right
Here come the drought whole thang's half price
My high school career counselor's advice
"Lil' niggaz act nice for your beans and rice"
I got some fight, baby, take it to the head
I gives a fuck if it's permed or in dreads
Never snitch to the locals or the feds
See they tryna break us off so they don't have to break bread
'Cause Uncle Same ain't the baker, he's the butcher
We all on punk'd with no Ashton Kutcher
Where ballin' no broke, cutthroats kaput ya
Ain't never took dope but them dopes done took ya
Stop flyin' ol' glory man, cut it down
If your job ain't payin' right, shut it down
If your cat got 18's, let it pound
And if we ever gon' do it let's do it now, see
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
You're in a system where they flirt with disaster
Tongue kiss death, have mass murder orgies till there's no one left
They're finger-fuckin' Lady Liberty under her dress
And since I didn't say this under my breath
I might be under arrest, now lemme introduce
My slave name's Ray Riley, you can call me Boots
'Cause we gon' boot 'em outta power then spread the loot
We need to drive that freedom train, not ride caboose
And you can tell by the way I walk my walk
That there's a coroner behind me holdin' chalk
'Cause he works for the county wh' off your plate
We ain't one dimensional, max-detentional
Lookin' for the liquor store, what them hubbas hittin' fo'?
We raised by the street light, praised for the street fight
Days we ain't eat right, hazed to complete life
Had to make homes outta muck and dirt
Just to get dinner take luck and work
They don't need my rights, they induct a curse
So you're cordially invited to go buck berserk and um
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
The black is heated, baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
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]
[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?
(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...
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 wouldn't 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 don't 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
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
V on my chest when I was put to the test
You said "Goddamn 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 Johnson’s "Crazy"
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much today I’m 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 amniotic 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 doubloons, got a baby that's fixin' to bloom
And he need 'fits to 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 pants 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
They say "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]
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
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
The fog rolls in like the thickest cream
Nightfall comes and the crickets scream
Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes
Cement lies and white picket dreams
The pain on his face is glistening
No one's eyes are listening
Till his 44 starts whistling
Hairs on the necks, bristling
You can holla so loud till the silence comes
Ask that hustler with the Midas tongue
He was born after you but not quite as young
Waitin' for the day when the fighters come
She said, "Seem like traffic light's always red"
"Your application's on file", is all they said
She wish the great leaders weren't always dead
She could resurrect 'em inside of her instead
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion
Not the FBI home invasions
Nor the cross on his lawn, emblazoned
The predictable fights didn't phase him
Bullhorns off, holidays given
House notes, nine to five prison
He yells at the news, sayin', "There'd be a movement
If the new generation was a little more driven"
One mind, two hands, four walls
She says Babylon's gon' fall
She'll tell you the signs since everybody's dumb
She'll be home waitin' for the Messiah's phone call
There was pride in the fact that the blunt was massive
Tight like the ships in the middle passage
They escaped through the flames
Then wondered if the flame in their soul, if the smoke had smashed it
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Day breaks in like a fiend with a ladder
Suicidal dew drops splatter
Teeth on, shirtless bodies chatter
A blowjob short of a breakfast platter
Crowded rooms of lonely souls
At work before the whistle blows
They've never known their strength in numbers
So power seems so mystical
They're waiting for that perfect day
When they've paid all their bills
Their kids are grown, they graduate
And guerrillas come out the hills
And for her, it gets too much
Till she won't accept my touch
She'll fix it by herself
She's fallen into their mindfuck
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
[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]
And I still remember momma
[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
*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
(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
Hey how you do
and if you don't already know about my partner
let me introduce you to the nappy headed crew
the coup boots e roc and pam the funkstress,
damn these motherfuckas jam
bopping in the ninety-four to slide
into 95
riding like so
and if you aint already know
act like i told you punk
this is the foundation of funk
but before i let them loose
I aint seen shit
I aint heard (nothing) i don't know what happen
I don't speak pig latin
I am a motherfucking true when it's us against you
So fox skyhutch and inspector goose
I was taught don't rely on pigs for protection
Shit i don't 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 you're the fuzz
I mean the fizz i mean my daddy told me who you was
I mean the wiz I mean
You can't get win
Ease on down the road we got a don't speak to cops code
I went pro working for the man with the electric chair
That's 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 don't 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
That's 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 don't 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 wouldn't 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 don't 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 don't know nothing and we aint seen shit
Get it
The Coup I Love Boosters! Lyrics
[Chorus - 2X]
I love them boosters
They love them boosters
You should love them too
Even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya
Like a whole outfit or shoe
[Boots Riley]
A booster is a person who jacks from the retail
And sells it in the hood for dirt-cheap resale
In these hard times, and press on like Lee Nails
In all of my experience, sex has been a female
Back in elementary, my shoes used to rap
Every time my soles would hit the street they would flap
Then in high school Langston Anderson would cap
'Cause my jacket didn't have a brand name on the back
Years later this lady took me to her apartment
It looked like the Macy's sportswear department
Clothes on the chairs, on the couch, and the carpet
A twenty had me icy like leasing in the arctic
If it wasn't for the hard work of a booster
Most couldn't go to the clubs that we're used to
If you won't get the dress cold they'll boot ya
Like people who did dress up won't shoot ya
For some of y'all folks, this stuff might phase ya
This ain't the way the society raised ya
But most of it was made by children in Asia
The stores make money off of very low wages
The next time you see two women running out the Gap
With arms full of clothes still strapped to the rack
Once they jump in the car, hit the gas and scat
If you have to say something, just stand and clap
[Chorus]
[Boots Riley]
This goes to all them hard working women
Who risk jail-time just to make them a living
We know there'd probably be no one in prison
If rights to food, clothes, and shelter were given
Plus they be giving me dress so fresh
Even when my wallet yells, "S.O.S."
In a cheaper Sunday suit, you feel a little more blessed
So until the revolution that I profess
My shirt is from Stacey, my pants are from Rhonda
My shoes came out the trunk of a baby blue Honda
My wardrobe's in luck if something falls off a truck
If you're looking for some leather, then go see Yolanda
I'm on the red carpet and they ask who designed this
I'm gonna give a shout-out to Bay Area's finest
All on our own, we survive this with slyness
But when we come together, all our fashion is flyness
[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
(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
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
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 it's 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 that's 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 she'd a tear
And it's 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 it's inflation that's doing this taking
No hesistating can't 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 it's 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 it's 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 I'll ready to kill
The only thing i can inherit is an overdue bill
Now it's six in the morning
I stride to the ride
As i glide down the street
I can't get to park ?
Cos my gas is kissing heat
Im not yet free
But you don't 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 don't 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.
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
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)that's 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
That's 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 it's 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 don't 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"
"oh what's 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 don't 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
Don't worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
My man that owns marlboros
Donated a fat sum
That's 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 can't hang
I'm getting hustled
Only knowing half the game
[Chorus]
Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heaven tonite
Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heaven tonite
Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs
May my arteries and heart oscillate as one
If police come may I awake escape and run
In the morning may I have the sake to scrape the funds
And if I take the plunge
May it be said that I wasn't afraid to shake my tongue
Show the state was scum
Makin' sure that the callin' bell of fate was rung
Cuz if they could the would
And probly tried to
Rape the sun
Someone said that this is just my body
Wait for the Afterpary
Where ain't no shut-off note
And every wallet there is knotty
Feet are on the asphalt
Dick in the dirt
This system take vickin' to work
Listen alert
Check out the introvert
In the corner with the rip in her skirt
Stomach pains so she grippin' her shirt
Ain't never had dinner
So she know she ain't gettin' dessert
Don't try to tell me it's her mission to hurt
I got faith in the people and they power to fight
We gon make the struggle blossom
Like a flower to light
I know that we could take power tonight
Make 'em cower from might
And get emergency clearance from the tower for flight
I ain't sittin in your pews less you helpin' me resist and refuse
Show me a list of your views
If you really love me
Help me tear this muthafucka up
Consider this my tithe for the offer cup
[Chorus]
I used to think about infinity
And how my memory is finna be
Invisibly slim in that vicinity
And though the stars are magnificent
Whisky and the midnight sky can make you feel insignificant
The revolution in this tune and verse
Is a bid for my love to touch the universe
Strugglin' over wages and funds
Let the movement get contagious and run
Through the end when it's gauges and guns
And if we win in the ages to come
We'll have a chapter where the history pages are from
They won't never know our name or face
But feel our soul in free food they taste
Feel our passion when they heat they house
When they got power on the streets
And the police don't beat 'em about
Let's make health care centers on every block
Let's give everybody homes and a garden plot
Let's give all the schools books
Ten kids a class
And give 'em truth for their pencils and pads
Retail clerk - "love ballads" where you place this song
Let's make heaven right here
Just in case they wrong
[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]
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 don't 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 don't 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
Wasn't 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
Don't 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 can't 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
Don't 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
Come on let's go
Put this under your belt
Chorus
Smell the gunsmoke
Repeat
I be having homicide running through my mind
Don't know what's up with me
Shit fuck with me all the time
Eating at my spine
Motherfucka in my prime
How you gonna get yours
When you're too busy getting mine
Now look is this murderous criminal
Coming through
If you think it's eroc then the subliminals
Is working on you
There's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
Cant come straight from fudge
I got a bloody grudge
Dead bodies lying all around me
But the real murderers aint never got no bounty
Count it coroners as we sitting as statistics
With this ass if you think this
Blast is coming from my residential district
There's something that I think you should know
Its the motherfucking Coup we from the eastside O
Peep my flow creep by slow
See all my folks is broke
Survival for the cautious and the low
Get a whiff of my gunsmoke
Chorus
Im getting white hairs
From the nightmares everynight
Cos somebody's got a contract
On my life
Im in a gang that's in an all out war
They jump me in when
They knife my umbilical cord
So it begins with a slap on the ass
Now you in in the workin class, trick
You here so fast we already made your casket
While it's got one buck
So the phrase gunshot
Gets hella tide
Cant take the only motherfuckas getting fried
Skeletons deep down in the ocean
Cos them slave ships had that three stop motion
Coasting down fulton on the mississippi river
Burning crosses and
Motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga
It all started when we start producing scratch
Some of my homies got no legs attached
Without no food up in the fridge
You aint go never have peace
Cos with a trigger
You can finger fuck without no grease
Chorus
Off to the war
Repeat
I say fuck the whole judge and the jury
My mind got delirous
My eyes got blurry
Had my uncle strapped to the chair
Hands oxtied
Breathing in gas
Breathing out carbon monoxide
Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel
Cos aint no billionaires on the murder trial
Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile
So march your ass through the gas chambers single file
Whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv?
My peoples die of starvation and TB
See me with an angry face and a beanie
Cos my relationship with uncle sam is steamy
Its what ive been through
Im like sinecue
What i got you got to get it put it in you
The ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat
Show em we aint no joke
Let them choke off the gunsmoke
[* 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]
[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, uhh, time to get a gat
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like Roger Thomas in his fat
momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole plot
And what not, about, how our men are spottin
[E-Roc]
It's funny bets the money that they scared of po-po's
And this supposed to be some ruthless negros?
They regretting, Len saying "Pull that Hoyle card"
Disregarding come a brother, and now they act hard
I ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's heated
But don't trip, I got a .380 if it's needed
This is a lesson you can pass or flunk
So pile on the Right Guard, we got serious funk
Singers:
Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)
[Boots]
Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like this
catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this
rift 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
Is 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...
Singers:
Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee? (Repeat 4x)
[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, route six six 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 Petoria 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
Singers:
[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
*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)
*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
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 exposé 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 exposé 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 exposé of foul play against me and you
Sing it
[sample]
"...and it was just about the part of the close [?] when the hinges went to
flyin off da motherfuckin doors"
[Pam the Funkstress scratches sample]
superior sound quality
[sample, appears throughout]
dub your shit baby
chorus (2x):
everybody put/throw your lighters up
tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
everybody get your shit started
this is *y'all* motherfuckin party!
[Boots]
Every death is an abrupt one
Every cop is a corrupt one
without no cash up in the trust fund
Every cat wit a gat wanna bust one
Every guest want a plus-one
Every tenement's a penitent
Every tried man is innocent
Time served should be the cent spent
Everybody wanna hear the lick
Every one a y'all is getting pimped
Every time i spit i'm feelin ripped
Every cancer is a homicide
Every boss better run and hide
Every human is some kin to Black
Every Visa got a pin to crack
Every verse is from the cardiac
Every search is involuntary
Every inmate want commisary
Every bank note is promissory
Every broke motherfucker finna form a gang
and when we come we takin everything.
chorus (2x):
[Boots]
Every mack want a cadillac
Every mark want they scrilla back
Every narc want a hit of crack
In the park or a pontiac
Every little cent is to the rent
Every roach is a resident
Every truth ain't evident
Every slave story, present tense
Every [??up lies??] a consequence
Every time it be something sweet
Every banker is a fuckin thief
Everybody betta holla wit me
Every fiend need a dolla fifty
Every crime that i do is petty
Every criminal is rich already
Every lender got a complex
Every single is a bomb threat
Every sellout, may ya hate my verse
Everybody, they gon' get it first
Every broke motherfucker finna form a gang
and when we come we taking everything
chorus (2x):
[Pam scratches]
superior sound quality
"And it was just about the time
For the part of the close
When the hinges went out flyin' off
The motherfuckin' doors"
Superior sound quality
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Dub your shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
Every death is an abrupt one
Every cop is a corrupt one
Without no cash up in the trust fund
Every cat with a gat wanna bust one
Every guest want a plus-one
Every tenement's a penitent
Every tried man is innocent
Time served should be the cent spent
Everybody wanna hear the lick
Every one a y'all is getting pimped
Every time I spit I'm feelin' ripped
Every cancer is a homicide
Every boss better run and hide
Every human is some kin to black
Every Visa got a pin to crack
Every verse is from the cardiac
Every search is involuntary
Every inmate want commissary
Every bank note is promissory
Every broke motherfucker finna form a gang
And when we come we takin' everything
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
Dub your shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
Dub your shit, baby
Every mack want a Cadillac
Every mark want they scrilla back
Every narc want a hit of crack
In the park or a Pontiac
Every little cent is to the rent
Every roach is a resident
Every truth ain't evident
Every slave story, present tense
Every up lies a consequence
Every time it be something sweet
Every banker is a fuckin' thief
Everybody betta holla with me
Every fiend need a dolla fifty
Every crime that I do is petty
Every criminal is rich already
Every lender got a complex
Every single is a bomb threat
Every sellout, may ya hate my verse
Everybody, they gon' get it first
Every broke motherfucker finna form a gang
And when we come we taking everything
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
Dub your shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
Dub your shit, baby
Superior sound quality
Superior sound quality
Superior sound quality
Superior sound quality
Dub your shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
Dub your shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight or what?
Everybody get your shit started
This is your motherfuckin' party
* 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
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)
[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
[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
[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
"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
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do somethin' crazy
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't really wanna fuss and fight
Baby, we might have numbered nights
We might never get our money right
We could take off this patch tonight
Bombs goin' off everywhere
The police got me runnin' scared
But I still got love to share
Plus you know I stopped smokin' squares
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do somethin' crazy
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't really wanna fuss and fight
Baby, we might have numbered nights
We might never get our money right
We could take off this patch tonight
Bombs goin' off everywhere
The police got us runnin' scared
But I still got some love to share
Plus I just stopped smokin' squares
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do somethin' crazy
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't really wanna fuss and fight
Baby, we might have numbered nights
We might never get our money right
We could take off this patch tonight
Bombs goin' off everywhere
The police got me runnin' scared
But I still got some love to share
Plus I just stopped smokin' squares
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do somethin' crazy
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy
I don't want the world to blow
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
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, yes sir, 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
Every time 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
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
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
The makers of Dr. Misoi's ass-breath killers
Are not responsible for corporate losses
Or topplin's of local regimes and or governments
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
* 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
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
Geah...
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 nine
They see these drawers, that im wearing, muthafuckas, ain't mine, nigga
Excuse me, homie, can I hit that mista
Niggas blowing up in the while a toilet tissue
Ain't 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 time, player
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 ain't no going out
See, I keep scoring clout and show these niggas, what im all about
See, niggas screaming from cell to cell
Snitches don't tell a party in hell at 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, I'm 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 can't 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
Witcha 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, it's a Santa Rita weekend
Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row
Geah...
Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row
Geah...
E-40:
Seven zero 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 and make let me go po po, I'm 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
Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row
Boots:
Nah man, I didn't want the chorus right here
I wanna throw that right down there
You know, that bassline
Geah...
It's 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
Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row
Geah...
Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row
Geah...
Geah...
Geah...
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?
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
You're 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up
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 ulcer 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
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
You're 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up
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 quotes 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 transcripts
Hope your motherfucking petty workin' band flips
Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips
Quote us, you know we're stronger than a 3 day no tice
Pay a quit, 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 motherfucking 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
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
You're 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up
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
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
You're 'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Move, if you got the nerve
Lash out for your just desserts
It's not just the worth
Some of y'all heads up in the clouds
I'ma bring y'all back to earth
It's Black back to burn
Bullshit y'all talkin' 'bout
Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned
'Cause y'all got to learn
It's y'all turn like Detroit Red
When his head had a Ultra Perm
The long walk'll burn your bare heels
So throw on your boots
The game camouflaged 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 'em out into the world
Go to war in a fluke
Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot
Now comin' at ya neck sick o' hearin'
Something wrong with me
Motherfucker somethin' wrong with you
When the chief just way too 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 uh, real low
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
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
Death to the pigs is my basic statement
I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement
Tryin' to stay out the pen where 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
I read "Put down the bottle and come get the gun"
Let's get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10
They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den
Steadily subtractin' seeds & stems
Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
Numbin' my brain off of 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'd 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 wearin pleather and see thru
All y'all's gold mines, they wanna deplete you
I ain't just finna rap on the track, I finna clap on 'em back
And it's been stackin' to that 500 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
And 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' 'em back we automatically stack
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
This the cut like truancy
Riq, Boots and me
Activatin' the community
Up in the bay like Huey P, they sucka free
It remind me of the BK, it's love for me
But beast got it twisted
I'll untangle it
Black mind intertwined like the ropes they used to hang us with
This is my favorite shit
I came in the game with a new way to spit
That got questionin' who you bangin' with?
Take it back to Mhotep
I'll go a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect
Killer flow for all my real niggaz left
But inform the family of a jiggaboo that there's been a death
Once again you can feel hip-hop
Underground, still about my guap
Gangsta like, fuck the cops
Talib Kweli revolutionary mc
And that ain't about to stop
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
Coup, yeah
It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills
Dodging 'em one time, check it out
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 how we still not free
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 how we still not free
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 sell
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
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 how we still not free
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 how we still not free
This is for them babies with them empty plates
For that raise ripped that you didn't calculate
If you ever in your life been a ward of the state
On the corner with cake
If they send an undercover and you took the bait, 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 lynchmen
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
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 how we still not free
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
[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
Monday rush, I'm 'sposed to skip But I just found Sunday in yo' hips Magic in the fingertips, and lips Electric touch, solar kiss Thoughts wrangled up, legs tangled up Baby do this feel good angled up? Cain't be expressed by a sangle fuck Wanna gently caress it and bang it up And yo' smile just seems so comfortable Sho' wish this clock wasn't functional 'Sposed to be punctual and not keep the boss waitin But the sheet's sweatin and the ceiling's pulsatin Music from the birds and cars with beat Stop pause repeat, the stars release Y'know most of my time belongs to the boss Baby hold on tight, this is ours at least
[Chorus] I just wanna lay around all day in bed wit'chu {*4X*} Givin head to you "What time is it?" {*4X*}
[Boots] Every sober mornin wit'chu is like we drunk at the Super 8 With laughin and plannin in between while we recuperate We communicate with mouths fingers and hands Cell phones with clocks, a thousand free minute plans Lose me in your details, break my codes 'Til all the good breakfast spots is closed Them rich folks gots to knows, it's 'bout controllin these minutes They can party cause we work 'til our lower back goes The world outside feels claustrophobic Undercover of you is where my thoughts exploded Now back to our ancient lost aerobics And the study of how bodies maybe tossed and folded
{*clapping interlude*}
[Boots] 'Sposed to get up for work and ride on through But last week he paid me with a IOU I got to work at 9, if he don't pay me by 5 I'ma burn the place down by 5:02 Cause when we give 'em all of our ticks on the clock They stack chips on the knot, we get pissed on a lot We need a twist on the plot, but before we head to work Scoot a little to the left, let me kiss on the spot
[Chorus]
{*long instrumental breakdown*}
[Outro] "When we come together, what time is it?" "When we respect each other, what time is it?" "When we got our self-confidence, what time is it?" "What time is it?"
[Hook]
Shake it
Yeah
We agitate it
Yeah
We bump and break it
Yeah
We finna take it
Hey now we gon'
Work it
Yeah
We jam the circuit
Yeah
We got the verdict
Yeah
It's fuck they circus
[Verse 1]
Electromagnetic with a bomb aesthetic
But we ain't breaded edit: got no credit
Listen real close to my phonetics:
The monster is awoke and I hope you fed it
If this your first time here, raise your hand
If the police come, hide the contraband
We all leave in a box and a long sedan
How you want your name read by the anchorman?
Drop the hips; apocalypse
We ho'in out here cuz they got the chips
Like "Put it anywhere, but not the lips!"
Takeover, let's plot the shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Shut 'em down- close the books
Them dudes in the boardroom- those is crooks
Take it to the street- bows and hooks
If you stop they money, they froze and shook
I'm a rap bandit- muthafucka, dabnabit!
And we been backhanded all across the Atlantic
And we finna start static all across the damn planet
Make they ass crap granite while we change the mathematics
I guess you all wonder why I called this meeting
Paycheck cut can't stop the bleeding
Sharks are feeding, we ain't eating
No more pleading, time for stampeding
This year will be the year
That we do what we've been waitin' for
This year will be the year
That we stop knockin' and kick down that door
Loved ones, we on the wire
Hesitation is the drug of choice
This time we're on fire
Make your mark on the world
Let 'em hear your voice
'Cause our life on this ball is just a blink of an eye
And ain't no fairy godmama gon' help you and I
Woke up this mornin', brushed my teeth and spit out the lies
Decided I'm gon' live if I am gon' have to die
And you can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
But just take it
This time we get it in
We gon' get 'em out they body, baby
This time we bust the ceiling
Ooh fa sho'
We comin' with tens of millions
Them villains be, oh, so shady
It's gonna be ending with us winning
You already know
This year will be the year
That we do what we've been waitin' for
This year will be the year
That we stop knockin' and kick down that door
Loved ones, we on the wire
Hesitation is the drug of choice
This time we're on fire
Make your mark on the world
Let 'em hear your voice
'Cause our life on this ball is just a blink of an eye
And ain't no fairy godmama gon' help you and I
Woke up this mornin', brushed my teeth and spit out the lies
Decided I'm gon' live if I am gon' have to die
And you can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
You can take it anyway you want
But just take it
This time we get it in
We gon' get 'em out they body, baby
This time we bust the ceiling
Ooh fa sho'
We comin' with tens of millions
Them villains be, oh, so shady
It's gonna be ending with us winning
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
Can't 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 worlds 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
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We want to thank you for flying with us
We know you coulda stayed home, just cried and cussed
May all your guns go off if it's time to bust
May all they tanks have time to rust
They got the armies turning bullets into gold
They got the hookers turning tricks in the cold
And every time the police kicks in a door
An angel gas break dips in the O
And even if a d-boy flips him a O
It ain't enough to buy shit anymore
Sleep in the doorway, piss on the floor
Look in the sky, wait for missiles to show
It's finna blow cause
They got the TV, we got the truth
They own the judges and we got the proof
We got hella people, they got helicopters
They got the bombs and we got the, we got the
It won't show
I just spit the dope lines, I don't snort 'em
Tell the boss to call police to escort him
You don't write all them lines, you just quote 'em
Get offline, plug in to this modem
No, you can't out-vote 'em
The rules is still golden
Only jewels we holding is if we guarding our scrotum
If you press your ear to the turf that is stolen
You can hear the sound of limitations exploding
Please sir, may we have another portion?
We're children of the beast that dodged the abortion
Neck placed firm 'tween the floor and the Florsheim
We'll shut your shit down, don't call it extortion
Caution -- we're coming for your head
So call the Feds and get files to shred
Every textbook read said bring you the bread
But guess what we got you instead?
[Outro: Silk-E]
Let's keep it banging like a shotgun
We in a war before we fought one
Now if you're tired of working from day to day
A common enemy, we got one
Now keep it banging like a shotgun
We in a war before we fought one
Now if you're tired of working from day to day
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
Excuse me colonel sir, may I request please
Permission to go home or blow off your knees
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
In case you're wonderin, well yes I'm gon' fight
I'm fin' to join the army, but one you don't like
Needed some stackoli to get free like a parolee
Now I'm in apparel colored shirt and guacamole
In another country brought to you by Coca-Coley
Ordered from the top to shoot everything holey
Shit I'm 19 and I'm missin' all my homies
All that fight for freedom shit; we know that shit is phoney
Free to work at Shoney's 'bout one hour for six boneys
And every day we hustle, scratch and scrape for macaronis
And cheese, bullets squeeze outta my assault weapon
Tear through the air, then his chest, then his breaths and
Looked like my homie from the hood I be reppin
I wept then, changing from a soldier to a veteran
Left in shambles 'bout this kin of no relation
Crept in the sergeant's tent with quiet calculation
Message from the soldiers to the brass administration
Looks like Captain Sterling's fin ta have a situation
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
Excuse me colonel sir, may I request please
Permission to go home or blow off your knees
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
In case you're wonderin, well yes I'm gon' fight
I'm fin' to join the army, but one you don't like
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
"I have just killed my first but it may not be the last one"
I screamed this at the sergeant with his head pressed to the magnum
You sent us to this country not to free but bodybag them
And free up all their money so accounting firms can add them
Drag them and their corporates to their own battle
Then they're dragging us to the slaughter like cattle
Me and the whole unit we will start to ramshackle
Listen very closely you can hear the fire crackle
You could weigh the air which he was breathing out his nostrils
Couldn't understand why we were seeming so hostile
Said "We spread democracy" like he was preaching gospel
Slapped him in his head and said "Now shut up Sergeant Roscoe!"
If this is not explicit, lemme tell ya straight out
We'll no longer kill to keep this country drained out
We want up outta here like on the next planes out
Tell the Cap'n make it happen or we'll blow his brains out!
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
Excuse me colonel sir, may I request please
Permission to go home or blow off your knees
It's a wrap then (HEY!) grab the Mac-10 (YEAH!)
Plan of action (WHAT?) kill the Captain (YEAH!)
In case you're wonderin, well yes I'm gon' fight
I'm fin' to join the army, but one you don't like
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Get that ass off the flo'
Get yo' ass off the flo'
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
You was all smiles and no games, teeth white as cocaine
Dark skin, knew about the struggle and the dope game
Quick to spark a convo into flames like propane
Filled the air and I was thrilled you cared
In summer bridged hiding from the tutors
Bumpin' gums about the future
You said that one day we'd be ruled by computers
I said, "It's like that now 'cause we all machines"
And you replied, "But I'm a robot with dreams"
Which I thought was clean
And all the fellas used to talk about ya
How you had a joyful aura and a walk about ya
Necessitated by a beautiful backside
We thought you was fine
And we didn't let the facts hide
Nevertheless we would call you "waddle waddle"
Somebody shoulda slapped us with an old hot water bottle
Coulda called you "talky talky" or nothing at all
I was crushed when I got the call
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
You had warmth and sincerity, a heart with no barriers
A laugh that made slightly funny turn hilarious
While everybody else mouthed off about answers
You get up and started workin' with some ex-Black Panthers
Leadin' campaigns and writin' for they newspaper
You always seemed happy, an idea that I would lose later
We would see each other, sayin' stay in touch
But I was just like you - always busy, in a rush
Told yo' mama I was writin' this, she said it was a blessin'
I'm just chantin' your name out loud and confessin'
That maybe I was part of your demise
You went and got liposuction on your ass and thighs
Came straight home and as you slept that evening
Blood clots from the operation stopped you from breathin'
Your shape was great if I may say so, way before J-Lo
Whoever told you it wasn't had horns, not a halo
Or is it just that your behind was up to discuss?
'Cause as a man, mine ain't talked about much
Dear Tiff, I wish the world wasn't missin' ya vision
Sincerely, one mo' robot with a dream and a vision
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall, it appears we didn't know you at all
Hey hey hey hey hey, with this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Hey Tiffany! We love you!
Well, I've spoke the name of the Lord in vain
In gunpowder and flame
And I've vomited slang in porcelain
And then claimed it was champagne
And I can rhyme silk with cigarettes
I can rhyme Jack Daniels with triumph
But no sentence I could spit could've shifted events
In the back of that Plymouth reliant
And philosophy is calculated
To be worth its weight in air
But the way you told me to fuck myself
Well, the words had a certain flair
I hope he fits the tux
I am just a man in flux
Let me clarify things with the way I strut
So I can shout with my mouth shut
My murder, my love
What were the cookies made of?
My murder, my sweet
What kind of pills did we eat?
The machinery of lamps in the sky tonight
Unfurl above electric lies of light
C'mon, grip me tight against the wall
Where the cuss words, piss, and masterpiece fight
I'm alive
(Through the power of explosion)
(Colt 45 and a busted Trojan)
Motion is evidence of belief
Especially with the world's most beautiful slogan
Applause from the mannequins should be ignored
Look for the harmony of pen and sword
Statues of our heroes turn to dust
We sing to snort the dust up off the floor
I hope he fits the tux
Even mountains are in flux
Let us clarify things with the way we strut
So we can shout with our mouths shut
My murder, my love
What were the cookies made of?
My murder, my sweet
Now? FBI monitors with no feedback
See me on the street, ask me where the weed at
Or the coke I don't sell, I yell, they don't believe that
Set me up for running, breathin' like a Sleestak
Run into a car and almost bent my knee back
'S better than the cell where my lawyer's fee stack
Run into a liquor store, they ask what you do
Wearin' FUBU, I'm with my man Nduku
The bag don't come through
I said, "Merci beaucoup"
If they ask you was I runnin', tell them bastards I flew
Made it to the hood, plans to catch a few flicks
Police did a raid, terrorizin' through shit
Bustin' dope-eatin' mommas while they makin' Cool Whip
Face down, gettin' dirt on my back-to-school fit
My neighbor next to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you gona see the view flip
Kick our boot up they ass, ask 'em if the shoe fit
Till then they wanna see us pushing up tulips
Press my nuts so much, shit, I think I'm sterile
Got up, brush the gravel off my apparel
This girl Sheryl got parole violation
Said she was high 'cause of pupil dilation
If you never been to jail, now, since infinity
You'll get searched livin' in this vicinity
Or harassed, beat to shit, I mean the livin' daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin' if McDonald's paid right
The ruling class shit's dope to you and me
And don't get arrested, is this lunacy?
Or is it pimp-lomatic immunity?
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
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I starts to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I starts to swerve
I got a communist plot to get the federales hot
So many cops'd run and flock, it's been?
You got a flake and two rocks, and two G's in the shoebox
'Cause was it after two knocks, you hurdled fences in your socks
This is for my gente, keep it caliente
Let's send the presidente on a one-way trip to Kaiser Permanente
Not a teacher, but a sensei
These rhymes are for battle, plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust a donut up in front of Winchell's, make this police state officials
Cause they talk differential
Now it's essential, these rhymes ain't provincial
Coroners call our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck eatin' lentils with no utensil
That type o' shit motivated my pencil
Police are the fists 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 goin' have to hustle 'til the new prison get erected
And now they? unemployment street
They'll be makin' microchips for two dollars a week
And they'll be 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
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in in the car and I starts to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in the car and I starts to swerve
Now who gets paper and... who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and... who gets served?
This type o' shit get... on my last nerve
Yeah, you don't need to see I.D
Kool A.D., Kool A.D., Kool A.D
That's me -- what you mean the list over?
We don't get all our guests in, the shit over
Please understand what I'm saying
Rider ain't up to par, we ain't playing
Whole clique get in the club or we skating
Y'all gotta deal with everybody who came in
Already and paid and now they angry and saying
All type of shit like, "You played us"
And you won't like that
So let's say just a couple of players on
The Hey-Player-Man-Yo-I-Thought-This-Was-The-Bay list
The Dog-You-A-Hater-Playboy-You-In-The-Way list
The Better-Let-Me-In-Or-Better-Pray list
The Hooked-Me-Up-Just-The-Other-Day list
The Like-Why-Not-Today? list
I'm talking every motherfucker in my hood and me
I mean, we're all V.I.P., V.I.P., V.I.P
I'm in the VIP with the Bloods and the Crips
And the Stones and the GDs, everybody see me
I'm in the section with the niggas that's bamma
Got dreads, gold teeth, talk real bad grammar
I'm over here with the welfare recipients
We ain't never paying, but we stay getting shit
I am with the people on the bottom, fella
We gonna riot, loot, rob til we rich as Rockefeller
We ruthless as a Carnegie
And we gon' bone thug 'til we get this shit in harmony
The one percent better learn to share the V.I.P
Or we gon' nut up -- everybody gon' D.I.E
You know I'm balling soft,
make my drink a Molotov
Call it crunk or call it off, swing it like a Tomahawk
Middle finger at the cops, brothers gonna get a spark
Bottle, pistol, or a rock; one day, we gon' call the shots
My flow, it sputters like they shut off my water
I got the sheriff after me for what I said 'bout Obama
My flag is red like a period
, comma, I'm a piranha
Just like every one of y'all -- let's take that shark to the slaughter
And we gotta be bouncing more than last month's rent check
Boss walking Wall Street with a pimp step
People of Whoville, we need to slit the Grinch neck
Low-paid prostitutes with no fishnets
I'm pretty great, you should be like me
Be like her, be like him
I get my jeans at V.I.M
I get my shirts at Jimmy Jazz
I have more shirts than Jimmy has
Yes, we all important
Yes, you should be supported
Yes, I'm getting bored with
All y'all noises, so discordant
It's Himanshu, Uncle Sam wants you
That's a bonsai tree, it's expensive
Heema put it down, Heema put it down
"I'm supposed to be draggin my foot, out your motherfuckin ass"
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
You know it ain't for us
You know they think we dangerous
Even with no thangs to bust
They wanna keep puttin' chains to us
That's why I constantly sang and cuss
And when I bring it it's a gang of fuss
They tryin' to send us out to bang for bucks
They must be off of that angel dust, so check it out
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
I'm an instigator
Mashin' out or in the scraper
And you can listen at me now or later
But stop givin' them pimps your paper
Used to be caught up in them capers
Havin' to hustle, rustle up my status
They beat my yellow ass purple like the Lakers
More like the Clippers cause they tryin' to fade us, now holla wit me
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
A'ight we finally gots new momentum
Let's fill the fridge up in the kitchen
It's lotsa pots for cookin D-boy chicken
But we still ain't got one to piss in
They say I'm always fittin' the description
Of selling unprescribed prescriptions
But it's them with the green addiction
Think we gon' have to shake 'em off and keep dippin, so sing along
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey
Get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back boy
Get that monkey off your back girl
Get that monkey off your back
"Get your foot off my neck!"
"Get your foot off my neck!"
"Get your foot off my neck!"
This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands
Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams
As saltwater drips from my oculars
I got the urge to just squeeze on the glock and burst
My fingertips wipe away my teardrops, I curse
You diggin' in my purse, so may you rock a hearse
This feeling's popular, cause peoples' kids need socks and shirts
And if you po' you get whopped the worst
Hopes of Hollywood endings without plot the first
Be happy all I did so far is drop a verse
See I'm old school, like coke lines and LP covers
Learned how to hustle, didn't run when the heat hovers
Fist to my heart, warm embrace how I greet others
Cookin' with no lights make my +Fishburne+ like _Deep Cover_
Keep cover cause I'm fin'sta spray
I go from sun up to sun down and miss the day
You been sayin' for months that you gon' fix my pay
While the hours of my life get pissed away
This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands
Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams
Weed and dope, speed and hope
When we bleedin' broke, we get keyed and cope
When ecstasy pills don't stop SBC bills
We get all depressed like we need a rope
Poundin' walls, can't handle it
Ten days with the candles lit
When the fridge cheese green and the pocket cheese silver
Ain't no hustle too scandalous
And I'm a champion, at runnin' my mouth
But I'll be campin' if I'm kicked out the house
So here's my anthem, sing it to the music or shout
I forfeit the rat race to start the 12 round bout
I got your damn IOU in my hand
Thinkin' of things I could do with two grand
But I'ma light it with a Bic, then use it as a wick
To burn your shit down cause I'm through with you, man
'Lest you pay me
This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands
Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams
Mama never raised no punks, no
Brawlin' but not crawlin'
Time to put my all in
Mama never raised no punks, no
Brawlin' but not crawlin'
[Verse 1: Boots Riley]
The valet pointed me through the door
One more shot and you're on the floor
If cash talks, yours is a lion's roar
Guesquire, Christian Dior
You're the asshole ambassador
But your friends obey like Labradors
I vomited on the alpine décor
It's okay, your daddy gon' buy some more
[Hook 1: Justin Sane from Anti-Flag]
All your friends from school are here
Your frat boys got the rufies near
What will they want when you're out of beer?
Your parents' cocaine!
Your graduation monster bash
The maids will pick up all the trash
In almost every room is stashed
Your parents' cocaine!
[Verse 2: Boots Riley]
Your daddy gon' make you VP of sales
Don't mix good shit with the ginger ale
Pacific Heights ain't Sunnydale
You could murder somebody and be out on bail
Your mom's Amtrak- she's on the rails
So many bumps thought it was Braille
One day, we're all gonna tip the scales
Cuz me and my crew are too big to fail
[Hook 2: Justin Sane]
Steve and Katie shut the door
And fucked all on the bathroom floor
Now they're up and looking for
Your parents' cocaine!
Until you get that trust fund check
Pretend you worked for your respect
Janie's asking if she can test
Your parents' cocaine!
[Verse 3: Boots Riley]
All your esteemed colleages and guests
Are here to celebrate your success
They only say “Good Luck!” in jest
Your fortune guaranteed at the breast
And Dave, who lets you win at chess
Is with your girlfriend in her dress
They're tired of being your marionettes
You'll mourn in Rio via company jet
[Hook 3: Justin Sane]
Your daddy's got a business plan
Which made wars in Afghanistan
It bought your house in Bangkok and
Your parents' cocaine!
Narcos kicked my windows out
They beat and dragged me out the house
They don't give a fuck about
Your parents' cocaine!
{*scratched: "Help me out"*}
{^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
{*scratched: "Help me out"*}
{^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
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, y'know how this go
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, 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
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, y'know how this go
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, y'know how this go
(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 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
There are just a few of the
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 flow then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
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 flow then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go
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?
Chi-town, get ready to brawl, Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, get ready to brawl, Detroit, are you ready to brawl?
Atlanta, get ready to brawl, Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
Houston, get ready to brawl, Houston, are you ready to brawl?
New York, get ready to brawl, New York, are you ready to brawl?
London, get ready to brawl, London, are you ready to brawl?
Capetown, get ready to brawl, Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
Tokyo, get ready to brawl, Tokyo, are you ready to brawl?
Yeah
The Coup
Boots Riley
Pam the Funkstress
It's really goin' down
Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin'
The Coup
