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

Not a riot, a rebellion
the tragic rebellion?
Man, tragic for

Well, havoc in the streets
The police lost control over the people
are running free from jail
And people are actually taking property from big
full of complete chaos

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

Check it out, the motherfucking C O U to the P now
fucking with the real dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of in the street
Getting drunk off liberation fuck the

'Cause you kept us down for far too long
Now you're going up in smoke like and Chong
And the song, "I Ain't The Nigga" is the
Niggers die but Africans make

So what happens when a people do not get dues
Well, it's tried, there's a riot so on the news
And let's go the 98th here in Oaktown
But let's just say for story's sake that in your town

A hundred brothers taking factories, law is gutters
And now handing out free chicken and free peanut butter
Free to the people, how it should be
But now go a few blocks over to 7-3

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

Up at the schoolhouse they said, "Mother a hall pass
Until you teach the truth, check it we going to class
You're teaching lies, we got wise, now we
There's no end to road, you disguised the prize
So game for real mental penetration, our education's liberation

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

At 6-9 there's a rally and it's
Through the crowd with a thousand voices
Once a time in the projects, yo
Motherfuckers took over and now we running the

We don't give a about section eight though
For what we really need, we're have to take mo'
The thing was heard in the A courts
In Village, across 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 man has a gauge singing, "Do this, see?"

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

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

All we is satisfaction
We don't want a fraction
And we've to a conclusion
is the solution

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

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

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

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

DJ O, on the cut
Ah yes, K-Mack's on the strings,