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Coup, The - "The Coup"
Lyrics to The Coup : [ring ring, ring] Hello Yes, I would like to speak with Boots from the rap group The Coop. Its The Coup and this is Boots, speak. Well, my name is Dick Dolittle. Im a reporter for Grime Magazine and wed like ya to comment on the tragic riot. Its not a riot its a rebellion. Well the tragic rebellion' Man, tragic fo who' 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 businesses. Its complete chaos. Thats not chaos. Thats progress. Mm hmm Okay. is that your comment' No, this is it! [click]. Check it out. Its the motherfuckin C-O-U To the P now your fuckin with the real dudes Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street Getttin drunk off liberation, fuck the Hennessy Cause you calmly kept us down for far to long Now ya goin up in smoke like Cheech and Chong And the song "I Aint the Nigga" is the constitution Niggas die, but Africans make revolution So what happens when a people do not get they dues Well, lets try it, 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 takin factories, Warrens law is gutters And now they handin 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 seventy-three Channel two says at the mall twelve cops got shot Cause theres eight hundred sistas takin over Eastmont With nines and AKs doin the right thing like Spike Lee And now they babies got free Pampers and free Nikes Up at the schoolhouse they say motherfuck a hall pass Until ya teach the truth, check it, we aint goin to class Your teachin lies, we got wise, now we realize Theres no end to this road, ya disguised the prize So beat game, for real mental penetration Our educations liberation Things aint goin never be the same Things aint goin never be the same Earthquakiin, foundation shakin, fires breakin new day makin Change Accumulate, liberate and educate and stimulate change At six-nine theres a rally and its ringin Through the crowd with a thousand voices singin Once upon a time in the projects, yo! Motherfuckers took over and now we runnin this show We dont give a damn about section eight though Fo what we really need we goin to have to take mo The same thing was heard in the Acorns And Campball Village, across the bay in Fillmore And in the hills where all the rich folks live There in shock, were not failing to vote and build Instead of a brotha on the stage singin "Do me!" A black man has a gage sayin "Do this, see!" All the suddn everybody is outt jail But its funny cause nobody is out on bail And somebody shoves some police against the wall I guess that day, they shoulda warn they clean drawers Cause the ambulance, thats the reality Theres now a new meaning to police brutality All we need is satisfaction (Things aint goin never be the same) We dont forget just a fraction (Things aint goin never be the same) And we we gone to revolution (Things aint goin never be the same) Revolution is the solution (Things aint goin never be the same) Now the uzis that were once used to kill each other Are now used to serve and protect a brother And the sisters cause they pack Aks, forty-fives and nines Were down for revolution not just down for they behinds Cause the word is heard across the bay and in LA In New York New York, Chicago and Atlanta G-A We gives a fuck if you got money in the millions Cause motherfucker we got posse in the billions So break yourself Bush, its collection day! So break yourself Trump, its collection day! So break yourself Du Pont, its collection day! You stole this shit from our great granddaddy anyway The liquor stores around, but theyre not sellin beer or ale Motherfuckers sellin molotov cocktails To the crew, so light up a brew And this is what is meant by a goddamn Coup Tommy Gun Things aint goin never be the same DJ O and the cut yall Cut it up Ahh yes, K-Macks on the strings yall aint got nothing on him [ The Coup Lyrics ]
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