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We don't make no damn Mouse music!

* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I the sherriff" *

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

Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)

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

Exchange data, no contact, no
Eternally, find, information to be, God sent
The soul, my body's bein spent like some shit
All the way from the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't help but about the way my people been raped
Right now, I'm bout to set some shit straight
To all you late bloomers and consumers, ignore the rumors
who has the made the whole backslide, to homicide
Almost and near, genocide
We all need to check our inside
Have you ever seen a human 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 find yo'self befo' takes all your time

One mo' gen now

you.. it got to be.. hot to me..
A cop to me.. could burn in
We re-bel.. we don't swell like the
Tester.. even leave the of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
slippery when wet
You yet? You check 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 damn bump, stylist, thick
like 69 dollar shit
Crazy like the Girls, finger lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, fla-vory mission
Free the land Africa, listen..
Listen..

Hah.. it back now

Can you feel it? I can it
..
Now if this party was a I'd be a teacher
F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature
Now if this party was a car I'd be the
I'm rappin third, the mic is like saliva
The emperor, that .. 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 police on the horizon, they been there all
they just good at they disguisin, the po-po's to keep
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 over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark a toker
Much to my folkers, all aces and jokers

F.T.S., The