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[Boots]
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We don't make no damn Mickey Mouse music!
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* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I shot the sherriff" *
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F.T.S. with The Coup, whatchu wanna do?
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F.T.S., Coup
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Chorus: Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)
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Undas, Cops, Pigs and Shit
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They be gettin on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit
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I need land, a place where no money is spent
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I'll kick back, and live life immaculate (you say)
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[Vexx]
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Exchange data, no contact, no matta
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Eternally, you'll find, information to be, God sent
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The soul, my body's bein spent like some dope shit
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All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean
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See I can't help but talk about the way my people been raped
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Right about now, I'm bout to set some shit straight
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To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors
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who has the made the whole nation backslide, to homicide
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Almost and damn near, genocide
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We all need to check our soul inside
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Have you ever seen a human body landslide?
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How bout some tanks doin a driveby
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or a bomber droppin napalm from way high?
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We long live, but sometimes we got ta die
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The whole world's about to bow man, that ain't no lie
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You betta find yo'self befo' yo'self takes all your time
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[Boots]
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One mo' gen now
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Chorus
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[Clap]
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Bump you.. it got to be.. hot to me..
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A cop to me.. could burn in hell
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We re-bel.. we don't swell like the pressure
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Tester.. even leave the best of shakin and
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shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold.. delivery
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Deliberately slippery when wet
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You moist yet? You check out
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the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while it's slippin
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The hippity hop, hit you, cause it get you
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so god damn krunk, bang that wild shit; read:
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god damn bump, ransom stylist, thick
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Rich like 69 dollar shit
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Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin
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Sa-vory, fla-vory expedition mission
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Free the land Africa, Africa listen..
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Listen..
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[Boots]
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Hah.. bring it back now
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Chorus
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[Boots]
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Can you feel it? I can feel it
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..
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Now if this party was a class I'd be a teacher
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It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature
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Now if this party was a car I'd be the driver
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I'm rappin third, the mic is smellin like saliva
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The emperor, that motherfucker's .. ass naked
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We'll take you higher than when you had yo' last dank hit
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It's not surprisin that when folks start to uprisin
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there's police on the horizon, they been there all along
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they just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep
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the peace they gotta make the bosses money increase
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You never seen the police break up a strike
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by hittin the BOSS with his baton pipe
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And you ain't never gon' see one
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but when we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
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Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker
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Much love to my folkers, all aces and jokers
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Chorus
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F.T.S., The Coup
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A-hah
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U.C.P.A.S.
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| The Coup |
