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Coup (The) - "The Coup"
Lyrics to The Coup : [B:] Hello [D:] Yes, I would like to speak to Boots from the rap group The Coop. [B:] Its The Coup, and this is Boots. Speak [D:] Well my name is Dick Doolittle and Im a reporter from Grime magazine and we would like to comment on the tragic riots-- [B:] Not a riot, its a rebellion [D:] Well the tragic rebellion' [B:] Man, tragic for who' [D:] Well theres havoc in the streets, the police have lost control over the people, criminals are running free from jail, and people are actually taking property from big businesses, its full of complete chaos [B:] Thats not chaos, thats progress [D:] Mm-hmm, OK, is that your comment' [B:] No, this is it [Boots] Check it out, its the motherfucking C-O-U To the P now youre fucking with the real dudes Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street Getting drunk off liberation fuck the Hennessey Cause you calmly kept us down for far too long Now youre going up in smoke like Cheech and Chong And the song "I Aint the Nigga" is the Constitution Niggers die but Africans make revolution So what happens when a people do not get their dues Well its tried theres a riot so flip on the news And lets go reach the 98th here in Oaktown But lets just say for storys sake that its in your town A hundred brothers taking factories, Warrens law is gutters And now theyre handing out free chicken and free peanut butter Free food to the people, how it should be But now lets go a few blocks over to 7-3 Channel 2 says at the mall twelve cops got shot Cause theres eight hundred sisters taking over Eastmont With nines and AKs doing the right think like Spike Lee And now their babies got free Pampers and free Nikes Up at the schoolhouse they said motherfuck a hall pass Until you teach the truth, check it we aint going to class Youre teaching lies, we got wise, now we realize Theres no end to this road, you disguised the prize So peep game for real mental penetration Our educations liberation Things aint gon never be the same [x2] At 6-9 theres a rally and its swinging Through the crowd with a thousand voices singing Once upon a time in the projects, yo Motherfuckers took over, and now we running the show We dont give a damn about section eight though For what we really need were gonna have to take mo The same thing was heard in the A courts In Kendall Village, across the bay in Fillmore And in the hills where all the rich folks live Theyre in shock were not failing to vote and build Instead of brothers on stage singing "Do me" A black man has a gauge singing "Do this, see'" All of a sudden everybody is out of jail But its funny cause no one is out on bail And somebody shoved some police against the wall I guess today they shouldve worn their clean drawers Cause an ambulance came, thats the reality Theres now a new meaning to police brutality All we need is satisfaction We dont want just a fraction And weve come to A conclusion Revolution is the solution Check it Now the uzis that were once used to kill each other Are now used to serve and protect the brothers And the sisters cause theyre packing .45s and nines Were down for revolution not just down for their behinds Cause the word is heard across the bay and in L.A. In New York, NY, Chicago, and Atlanta, G-A We gives a fuck if youve got money and the millions Cause motherfucker weve got posse in the billions So break yourself Bush, its collection day Break yourself Trump, its collection day Break yourself DuPont, its collection day You stole the shit from my great granddaddy anyway The liquor stores around, but theyre not selling beer or ale Motherfuckers selling Molotov cocktails To the crew, so light up a brew And this is what is meant by a god damned coup DJ O on the cut yall Ah yes, K-Macks on the strings yall [ The Coup Lyrics ]
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