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We don't no damn Mickey Mouse music!

* Pam the cuts "I shot the sherriff" *

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

Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)

Undas, Cops, and Shit
They be gettin on my nerves I'm bout to a fit
I need land, a place where no money is
I'll back, and live life immaculate (you say)

Exchange data, no contact, no
Eternally, you'll find, information to be, God
The soul, my body's bein spent like some shit
All the way from the Atlantic Ocean
See I can't help but talk about the way my people been
Right about now, I'm bout to set some straight
To all you bloomers 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 inside
Have you ever seen a body landslide?
How bout some tanks doin a
or a droppin 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 in hell
We re-bel.. we swell like the pressure
Tester.. even the best of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
Deliberately slippery wet
You moist 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, bang wild shit; read:
god bump, ransom stylist, thick
Rich like 69 dollar
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 this party was a 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 when you had yo' dank hit
It's not surprisin that folks start to uprisin
there's police on the horizon, they been there all
just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep
the peace they gotta make the bosses increase
You never seen the police up a strike
by hittin the BOSS with his baton
And you never gon' see one
but when we 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 and jokers

F.T.S., The