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We don't make no damn Mouse music!

* Pam the cuts "I shot the sherriff" *

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

Chorus: Boots, Clap, (repeat 2X)

Undas, Cops, and Shit
They be on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit
I need land, a place no money is spent
kick 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 shit
All the way from the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't help but about the way my people been raped
Right about now, I'm bout to set shit straight
To all you bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors
who has the made the nation backslide, to homicide
Almost and damn near,
We all to check our soul inside
Have you ever seen a human body
How bout tanks doin a driveby
or a bomber droppin napalm from way
We long live, but we got ta die
The whole about to bow man, that ain't no lie
You find 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 swell like the pressure
Tester.. even leave the best of and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
slippery when wet
You yet? You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while it's
The hippity hop, hit you, it get you
so god damn krunk, that wild shit; read:
god damn bump, ransom stylist,
Rich like 69 shit
Crazy the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, expedition mission
Free the Africa, Africa listen..
Listen..

Hah.. it back now

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

F.T.S., The