Представляем точный текст композиции "Not Yet Free" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Coup, The . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Not Yet Free» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Coup, The передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Coup, The - "Not Yet Free"
Lyrics to Not Yet Free : [Boots] In this land I cant stand or sit and not get shit thrown up in my face A brother never gets his props from doin belly flops at the department of waste And everyday I pull a front so nobody pulls my card I gotta mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard Im lookin behind me, beside me, ahead of me Theyll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me But I cant disregard just what the news says to me Im twenty-one so Ive reached my life expectancy At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task My relationship with OPD has been like one big dis Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight its hard to even piss So I forgot aint even got to pot to do it in Up at the church theyre tellin me its because I live in sin So I grin. But nevertheless my mind wont dwell I must be trippin cause i thought I was livin in hell Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter Im struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose Cause like a noose asphyxiation sets in Just when i think Im free it seems to be the spider steps in This web is made of money, made of greed made of me Or what I have become in a parasite economy [E-Roc] In the winter theres a spinner with the smell of the rain and the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain of a brother whos a hustler, and hes stuck to the grime of a sister whos a hooker, got to sell her behind Desperation makes her brother get a little more bold The circumstance gets deeper when its damp and its cold So I spend my time thinkin bout the ultimate gank Can I get my crew together, pull a move on the bank Ill be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky Now my dream and aspirations go from single to ho. As I realize theres a million motherfuckers in the cold No need to be told, cause when you got a million po people Gettin ganged by a few that are rich and evil But its illegal to wonder how they live in fat One, two , three. Everybody get a gat [Boots] Niggas, thugs, dope dealers and pimps Basketball players, rap stars and simps Thats what little black boys... are made of Sluts, hos and press they naps around yo neck Broads, pop the couchies, bitches stay in check Thats what little black girls, huh huh, are made of But if were made of that who made us and what can we do to change us The oppressor tries to change us, heres a foot for his anus Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers, It was evident the president didnt like us Assassination attempts Id root for the snipers My teacher told me that I didnt know what right was Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was and a left and an uppercut too I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got thats why I was constantly red, black and blue [Outro: E Roc, Boots] [E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw some shots out' [B] Ay man I aint done with my lyrics yet, thats not cool [E] Ay, but aint this a freestyle' [B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free [E] Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway [guns are cocked] [B] Awright fuckit, who yall wanna throw some shots out to' [E] Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore' [B] Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything Lets throw some shots out [E] Yeah [blam, blam blam] [B] Awright, what about Bush' He on the way out and everything but I think we need a goodbye for his ass *gun cocked* [E] Uh-huh [blam] [E] See-ya! [B] Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys' [guns cocked] [E] The who' [B] You know who they are, awright [blam blam, blam] [B] Ay what about Pete Wilson' (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker [E] Yeah whassup wit him' [B] Awright [blam] [E] Got him! [B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., [guns cocking repeatedly throughout] The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay [E] Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D. [B] Awright, load up [E] Yeah, heres a loaded club for yo ass [semi-automatic] [B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads' Ay check it out [E] I cant stand dem fools [B] Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool [semi-automatic] [E] Yeah, got em! [B] Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers! [E] Who' *gun cocks* [B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris [E] Who else' [gun cocks] [B] Tom Bradley [E] Who else' [gun cocks] [B] David Dinkins, ay, line em up [E] Yeah be true to the game [blam blam blam blam] [B] Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do' [E] Lets get the fuck up outta here [B] Aight cool, we out [ Not Yet Free Lyrics ]
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