The Coup lyrics

Artist  : The Coup 
Song : The Coup



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B: Hello
D: Yes, I would like to speak to
Boots from the rap group The Coop.
B: It's The
Coup, and this is Boots. Speak
D: Well my name
is Dick Doolittle and I'm a reporter from
Grime
magazine
and we would like to comment
on the tragic riots--
B: Not a riot, it's a
rebellion
D: Well the tragic rebellion?
B:
Man, tragic for who?
D: Well there's 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, it's full of complete
chaos
B: That's not chaos, that's
progress
D: Mm-hmm, OK, is that your
comment?
B: No, this is it
[Boots]
Check
it out, it's the motherfucking C-O-U
To the P
now you're 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 you're going up in smoke like
Cheech and Chong
And the song "I Ain't the
Nigga" is the Constitution
Niggers die but
Africans make revolution
So what happens when
a people do not get their dues
Well it's tried
there's a riot so flip on the news
And let's go
reach the 98th here in Oaktown
But let's just
say for story's sake that it's in your town
A
hundred brothers taking factories, Warren's law
is gutters
And now they're handing out free
chicken and free peanut butter
Free food to
the people, how it should be
But now let's go
a few blocks over to 7-3
Channel 2 says at the
mall twelve cops got shot
Cause there's eight
hundred sisters taking over Eastmont
With
nines and AK's 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 ain't going to class
You're
teaching lies, we got wise, now we
realize
There's no end to this road, you
disguised the prize
So peep game for real
mental penetration
Our education's
liberation
Things ain't gon' never be the same
x2
At 6-9 there's a rally and it's
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 don't give a damn about
section eight though
For what we really need
we're 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
They're in shock
we're 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 it's funny
cause no one is out on bail
And somebody shoved
some police against the wall
I guess today they
should've worn their clean drawers
Cause an
ambulance came, that's the reality
There's now
a new meaning to police brutality
All we need
is satisfaction
We don't want just a
fraction
And we've come to
A
conclusion
Revolution is the solution
Check
it
Now the uzi's that were once used to kill
each other
Are now used to serve and protect
the brothers
And the sisters cause they're
packing .45's and nines
We're 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 you've got
money and the millions
Cause motherfucker
we've got posse in the billions
So break
yourself Bush, it's collection day
Break
yourself Trump, it's collection day
Break
yourself DuPont, it's collection day
You stole
the shit from my great granddaddy anyway
The
liquor stores around, but they're 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 y'all
Ah yes, K-Mack's
on the strings y'all