MP3: The Coup-My Favorite Mutiny
Interpret: The Coup
Skladba: My Favorite Mutiny
Album: Pick A Bigger Weapon
Rok: 2006
Žánr: Hip Hop/Rap
Délka skladby: 00:04:35
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  Text skladby: The Coup-My Favorite Mutiny
Move, if you got the nerve Lash out for your just desserts, it's not just the worth Some of y'all heads up in the clouds I'ma bring y'all back to earth
It's black, back to birth Bullshit, y'all talkin' 'bout Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned 'Cause y'all got the nerve
It's y'all turn like Detroit red
When he said he had an ultra perm The long walk to burn your bare heels
So they worn your boots The game camouflage like army suits But I can see it more clear 'cause I came with the coup in here Ring the alarm and form the troops
Send 'em out into the world, go to war in a fluke Eye to eye, with the enemy you sworn to shoot Now comin' at ya neck sick ya hand, something wrong with me Motherfucker somethin's wrong with you
When you cheat just way to smart to question The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion The governments of the world is shark infested They heavy on weaponry like Charlton Heston Man, yeah, it gets low here uh, real low, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I ain't rockin' with you So what, what you goin' do? (It's my favorite mutiny)
I ain't rockin' with you Your logic does not compute (It's my favorite mutiny)
Death to the pigs is my basic statement I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments
I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum Tryin' to find psalm number 151 To forget what I'm owed as I clutch the commode Alright, put down the bottle and come get the guns
I get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC 10 They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den Said at least a track then, seeds and stems Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
I'm get my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in, we gettin' greased again The truth I write is so cold, it'd freeze my pen
I'm Boots Riley, it's a pleasure to meet you Never let they punk ass ever defeat you They got us on the corner wearin' pleather and see through All y'all's gold mines, they wanna deplete you
I ain't just fin to rap on the track, I fin to clap on the back And it's been stackin' to that Been a hundred years before iceberg ever lean back in the 'lac Before they told Rosa, black in the back
Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack And Gil-Scott tradin' rappin' for smack This beat alone should get platinum plaques I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to crack 'Cause if we bappin' 'em back we automatically stack, check it out
I ain't rockin' with you So what, what you goin' do? (It's my favorite mutiny)
I ain't rockin' with you Your logic does not compute (It's my favorite mutiny)
This the guy like Truman C, Riq, Boots and me Activate in the community, up in the bay like Huey P It's like a free, it remind me of the B Kder's love for me
But beats got it twisted, I'll untangle it Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with This is my favorite shit, I came in the game with any way to spit Ya got a questionnaire, who you bangin' with?
Take it back to M hotel, throw a step deeper like A poor righteous teacher with holy intellect Killer flow form a real niggaz laughin' And forni fairly at a jigabou at a penitent
Once again you can feel hip hop Underground, still about McGruff Gangsta like, fuck the cops Talib Kweli revolutionary MC And that ain't about stuff
I ain't rockin' with you So what, what you goin' do? (It's my favorite mutiny)
I ain't rockin' with you Your logic does not compute (It's my favorite mutiny)
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