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We don't make no damn Mouse music!

* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I the sherriff" *

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

Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)

Undas, Cops, and Shit
be gettin 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, find, information to be, God sent
The soul, my bein spent like some dope shit
All the way across the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't but talk about the way my people been raped
Right now, I'm bout to set some shit straight
To all you late bloomers and early consumers, the rumors
who has the the whole nation backslide, to homicide
and damn near, genocide
We all need to check our inside
you ever seen a human body landslide?
How bout some tanks doin a
or a droppin napalm from way high?
We long live, but we got ta die
The whole about to bow man, that ain't no lie
You betta find befo' yo'self 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 the pressure
Tester.. even leave the best of and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
slippery when wet
You moist 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 read:
god damn bump, stylist, thick
Rich like 69 dollar
Crazy the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, fla-vory mission
the land 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 double
Now if party was a car I'd be the driver
I'm third, the mic is smellin like saliva
The emperor, that .. ass naked
We'll take you higher than you had yo' last dank hit
not surprisin that when folks start to uprisin
there's on the horizon, they been there all along
just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep
the peace they gotta make the money increase
You never seen the police break up a
by hittin the BOSS with his baton
And you ain't gon' see one
but when we take over it's gon' be poppin Re-Run, huh
Boots from The Coup, lightin the like a toker
love to my folkers, all aces and jokers

F.T.S., The