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We don't make no damn Mickey music!

* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I the sherriff" *

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

Boots, Clap, Vexx (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 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 like some dope shit
All the way from the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't help but talk about the way my been raped
Right about now, I'm bout to set some shit
To all you late and early consumers, ignore the rumors
who has the made the whole backslide, to homicide
Almost and damn near,
We all need to check our soul
Have you ever a human body landslide?
How bout some tanks a driveby
or a bomber napalm from way high?
We live, but sometimes we got ta die
The whole world's 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.. could burn in
We re-bel.. we swell like the pressure
Tester.. even leave the best of and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
Deliberately slippery wet
You yet? You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin it's slippin
The hop, hit you, cause it get you
so god damn krunk, bang wild shit; read:
god bump, ransom stylist, thick
Rich 69 dollar shit
Crazy like the Girls, finger lickin, kickin
Sa-vory, expedition mission
Free the Africa, Africa listen..
Listen..

Hah.. it back now

Can you feel it? I can it
..
Now if this party was a class I'd be a
F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature
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 when you had yo' last hit
It's not surprisin that folks start to uprisin
there's police on the horizon, they been all along
they just at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep
the they gotta make the bosses money increase
You never seen the police up a strike
by hittin the with his baton pipe
And you never gon' see one
but we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark like a
Much love to my folkers, all aces and

F.T.S., The