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

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

Well, there's havoc in the
The have lost control over the people
Criminals are running free jail
And people are actually property from big businesses
full of complete chaos

That's not chaos, progress
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 dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of in the street
Getting drunk off fuck the Hennessey

'Cause you calmly us down for far too long
Now you're up in smoke like Cheech 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 their
Well, it's tried, a riot so flip on the news
And let's go reach the 98th here in
But let's just say for sake that it's in your town

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

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

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

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

At 6-9 there's a and it's swinging
Through the with a thousand voices singing
upon a time in the projects, yo
Motherfuckers took and now we running the show

We don't give a damn about section eight
For what we really need, gonna have to take mo'
The same 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 everybody is out of jail
But funny 'cause no one is out on bail
And somebody shoved some against the wall
I guess today, they should've worn clean drawers

'Cause an ambulance came, the reality
There's now a new to police brutality

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

it
Now the Uzi's that were once to kill each other
Are now to serve and protect the brothers
And the sisters 'cause packing .45's and nines
We're for revolution, not just 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, got posse in the billions

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

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

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