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We make no damn Mickey Mouse music!

* Pam the Funkstress "I shot the sherriff" *

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

Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)

Undas, Cops, Pigs and
They be on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is
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 bein spent like some dope shit
All the way from across the Ocean
See I can't help but talk 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
Almost and near, genocide
We all need to check our inside
Have you ever seen a body landslide?
How bout tanks doin a driveby
or a bomber droppin 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' 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 the best of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
slippery when wet
You moist You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while slippin
The hop, hit you, cause it get you
so god damn krunk, that wild shit; read:
god damn bump, stylist, thick
Rich like 69 shit
Crazy like the Spice Girls, lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, fla-vory mission
Free the Africa, 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
It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a feature
Now if this 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 when you had yo' last hit
It's not surprisin that when folks start to
there's police on the horizon, they been all along
just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep
the peace they make the bosses money increase
You seen the police break up a strike
by the BOSS with his baton pipe
And you never gon' see one
but when we over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
Boots The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker
Much love to my folkers, all and jokers

F.T.S., The