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The Coup

Hello

Yes, I would like to speak to Boots from the rap group The Coop

It's The Coup and this is Boots, speak

Well, my name is Dick Doolittle and I'm a reporter from Grime magazine

And we would like to comment on the tragic riotsNot a riot, it's a rebellion

Well the tragic rebellion?

Man, tragic for who?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 chaosThat's not chaos, that's progress

Hmm, okay, is that your comment?

No, this is itCheck 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 revolutionSo 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 townA 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 7-3Channel 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 NikesUp at the schoolhouse they said, "Mother fuck 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 liberationThings ain't gon' never be the same

Things ain't gon' never be the sameAt 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 showWe 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 FillmoreAnd 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 brutalityAll we need is satisfaction

We don't want just a fraction

And we've come to a conclusion

Revolution is the solutionCheck 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 billionsSo 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 anywayThe 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 goddamn coupDJ O, on the cut y'all

Ah yes, K-Mack's on the strings, y'all

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