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We don't make no damn Mickey music!

* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I the sherriff" *

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

Chorus: Boots, Clap, (repeat 2X)

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

Exchange data, no contact, no
Eternally, you'll find, information to be, God
The soul, my bein spent like some dope shit
All the way from across the Ocean
See I can't help but talk about the way my people raped
Right now, I'm bout to set some shit straight
To all you bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors
who has the made the whole nation backslide, to
and damn near, genocide
We all to check our soul inside
Have you ever a human body landslide?
How bout some tanks a driveby
or a droppin napalm from way high?
We long live, but we got ta die
The whole world's about to bow man, that 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 don't swell the pressure
Tester.. even leave the of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
Deliberately when wet
You moist You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin it's slippin
The hop, hit you, cause it get you
so god krunk, bang that wild shit; read:
god damn bump, stylist, thick
Rich like 69 shit
like the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, fla-vory expedition
Free the land Africa, listen..
Listen..

Hah.. bring it now

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

F.T.S., The