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We don't no damn Mickey Mouse music!

* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I the sherriff" *

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

Chorus: Boots, Clap, (repeat 2X)

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

Exchange data, no contact, no
Eternally, you'll find, to be, God sent
The soul, my body's bein spent some dope shit
All the way from the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't but talk about the way my people been raped
Right about now, I'm bout to set some straight
To all you late and early consumers, ignore the rumors
who has the the whole nation backslide, to homicide
and damn near, genocide
We all need to check our soul
Have you ever a human body landslide?
How bout tanks doin a driveby
or a bomber droppin napalm from way
We long live, but we got ta die
The whole world's to bow man, that ain't no lie
You betta find yo'self 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 best of and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
Deliberately slippery wet
You moist You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while it's
The hop, hit you, cause it get you
so god damn krunk, bang that shit; read:
god damn bump, ransom stylist,
like 69 dollar shit
Crazy like the Spice Girls, lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, expedition mission
Free the Africa, Africa listen..
Listen..

Hah.. bring it now

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

F.T.S., The