Letra The The Coup

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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
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[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