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We don't 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, and Shit
They be on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit
I need land, a where no money is spent
I'll kick back, and live immaculate (you say)

Exchange data, no contact, no
Eternally, find, information to be, God sent
The soul, my body's bein spent like some dope
All the way from across the Atlantic
See I can't help but talk about the way my people been
Right about now, I'm bout to set some straight
To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the
who has the the whole nation backslide, to homicide
and damn near, genocide
We all need to check our soul
Have you ever seen a body landslide?
How bout some doin a driveby
or a bomber napalm from way high?
We live, but sometimes we got ta die
The whole about to bow man, that ain't no lie
You betta find yo'self befo' yo'self takes all 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 like the pressure
Tester.. even the best of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
Deliberately slippery wet
You yet? You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you while it's slippin
The hippity hop, hit you, it get you
so god damn krunk, bang that wild shit;
god damn bump, ransom stylist,
Rich like 69 dollar
Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin,
Sa-vory, expedition mission
the land Africa, Africa listen..
Listen..

Hah.. it back now

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

F.T.S., The