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We make no damn Mickey Mouse music!

* Pam the Funkstress "I shot the sherriff" *

F.T.S. with The Coup, wanna do?
F.T.S.,

Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)

Undas, Cops, Pigs and
be gettin on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit
I need land, a place no money is spent
kick back, and live life immaculate (you say)

Exchange data, no contact, no
Eternally, you'll find, information to be, God
The soul, my body's bein spent some dope shit
All the way from across the Ocean
See I help but talk about the way my people been raped
Right about now, I'm bout to set shit straight
To all you late bloomers and early consumers, the rumors
who has the made the whole nation backslide, to
Almost and damn near,
We all need to check our soul
Have you seen a human body landslide?
How bout some tanks doin a
or a droppin napalm from way high?
We live, but sometimes we got ta die
The whole world's about to bow man, ain't no lie
You betta yo'self befo' yo'self takes all your time

One mo' gen now

you.. it got to be.. hot to me..
A cop to me.. burn in hell
We re-bel.. we swell like the pressure
Tester.. even leave the of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
Deliberately slippery wet
You moist yet? You out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin it's slippin
The hop, hit you, cause it get you
so god damn krunk, bang that wild shit;
god bump, ransom stylist, thick
Rich like 69 shit
Crazy like the Girls, finger lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, fla-vory expedition
the land Africa, Africa listen..
Listen..

Hah.. bring it now

Can you it? I can feel it
..
Now if this party was a class I'd be a
It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a feature
Now if this party was a car I'd be the
I'm rappin third, the mic is smellin like
The emperor, motherfucker's .. ass naked
We'll take you higher than you had yo' last dank hit
It's not surprisin that when folks to uprisin
there's police on the horizon, they been all along
they just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to
the peace they gotta the bosses money increase
You never seen the police break up a
by hittin the BOSS with his baton
And you ain't never see one
but when we take it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
Boots The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker
Much to my folkers, all aces and jokers

F.T.S., The