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Yes, I would like to to Boots from the rap group The Coop
It's The Coup and this is Boots,
Well, my name is Doolittle and I'm a reporter from Grime magazine
And we would to comment on the tragic riots

Not a riot, it's a
Well the rebellion?
Man, for who?

Well, there's in the streets
The police have lost over the people
Criminals are running free from
And people are taking property from big businesses
It's full of complete

That's not chaos, that's
Hmm, okay, is your comment?
No, is it

Check it out, it's the C O U to the P now
You're fucking with the real
Who will meet you with a fleet of in the street
Getting drunk off fuck the Hennessey

you calmly kept us down for far too long
Now you're going up in smoke like Cheech and
And the song, "I The Nigga" is the Constitution
Niggers die but make revolution

So what happens when a people do not get dues
Well, it's tried, a riot so flip on the news
And let's go reach the here in Oaktown
But let's just say for story's sake it's in your town

A hundred brothers factories, Warren's law is gutters
And now they're handing out free chicken and free peanut
Free food to the people, how it be
But now let's go a few over to 7-3

2 says at the mall, twelve cops got shot
'Cause there's eight sisters taking over Eastmont
With nines and doing the right think like Spike Lee
And now their babies got Pampers and free Nikes

Up at the schoolhouse they said, "Mother fuck a pass
Until you teach the truth, check it we ain't to class
You're lies, we got wise, now we realize
There's no end to road, you disguised the prize
So game for real mental penetration, our education's liberation

Things ain't gon' never be the
Things ain't gon' be the same

At 6-9 there's a rally and swinging
Through the crowd a thousand voices singing
Once upon a in the projects, yo
took over and now we running the show

We give a damn about section eight though
For what we really need, we're gonna have to mo'
The thing was heard in the A courts
In Kendall Village, the bay in Fillmore

And in the hills where all the rich folks
They're in shock, we're not to vote and build
of brothers on stage singing, "Do me"
A black man has a singing, "Do this, see?"

All of a sudden everybody is out of
But it's funny 'cause no one is out on
And somebody shoved some police against the
I guess today, should've worn their clean drawers

'Cause an came, that's the reality
There's now a new meaning to brutality

All we is satisfaction
We want just a fraction
And we've come to a
Revolution is the

it
Now the Uzi's that were once used to kill each
Are now used to serve and the brothers
And the sisters 'cause they're packing .45's and
We're down for revolution, not just down for their

'Cause the word is heard the bay and in L.A.
In New York, NY, and Atlanta, G-A
We gives a if you've got money and the millions
motherfucker, we've got posse in the billions

So break yourself Bush, collection day
Break Trump, it's collection day
Break yourself DuPont, collection day
You stole the shit my great granddaddy anyway

The liquor stores around but they're not beer or ale
Motherfuckers selling Molotov
To the crew, so up a brew
And this is what is by a goddamn coup

DJ O, on the cut
Ah yes, on the strings, y'all