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We make 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, Pigs and
They be gettin on my I'm bout to have a fit
I need land, a where no money is spent
I'll back, and live life immaculate (you say)

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

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..
Deliberately slippery wet
You moist yet? You out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while it's
The hippity hop, hit you, it get you
so god damn krunk, bang wild shit; read:
god damn bump, stylist, thick
like 69 dollar shit
Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin,
Sa-vory, expedition mission
Free the land Africa, listen..
Listen..

Hah.. it back now

Can you it? I can feel it
..
Now if this was a class 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 smellin saliva
The emperor, that .. ass naked
We'll take you higher when you had yo' last dank hit
It's not 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 to keep
the peace gotta make the bosses money increase
You never the police break up a strike
by hittin the BOSS with his pipe
And you ain't gon' see one
but we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
Boots from The Coup, lightin the like a toker
Much to my folkers, all aces and jokers

F.T.S., The