The Coup Lyrics

The Coup lyrics

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