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Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X)
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It ain't Indonesia, China White
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Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight
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Take my shit we gon' have to fight
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I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin' right
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[Boots]
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I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire
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More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes
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Like cleats wit' spikes I clings to my turf tight
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Get, low like a Smurf might earth is my birthright
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You salivate at the sound of the bell
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I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk
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Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell
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when I'm shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail
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When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot I'm yellin', "Gimme all the loot!"
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Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute
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Chillin' in a house of ill repute
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But is you wearin' canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits?
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Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics
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Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick
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Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin'
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Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC
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Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducive
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Jailtime producin', silly Lilliputians!
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This Gulliver, come equipped with a fo'-fo'
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and twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do'
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Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render
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And we don't give a fuck if we missin a fender
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Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender
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Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender
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This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic
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This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic
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Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted
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Come and get some, if you ain't got it
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Chorus
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[Boots]
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Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating!
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I accuse you of NIGGA-hating!
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And exploitating for PROFIT making.. don't cop a plea
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cause I'm B-double-O-T, from the C-O-U the P
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I feel my epedermis at it's firmest just befo' a skirmish
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If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos
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Aspired to be famous, puttin fire in their anus
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Made the rulin' class hate us more than child sup-port payments
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to Rosemary's Baby, shick-a-shick-shady!!
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Pissin' in your gumbo and they tell you, "It's all gravy!"
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See you can't trust a big grip and a smile
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And I slang rocks - but Palestinian style
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Now there's a rumble in the jungle never mumble though I humble
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Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble
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Who's pimpin', your bundle? I'm _Fly_ like, Seth Brundle
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If you're snitchin' to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble
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Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make
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And what the boss take is keepin' us from livin' great
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If this ain't straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate
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You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate
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Don't get frustrated, discombobulated
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Don't stand and debate it, get a mob and take it!
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Til then it's food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smellin' couches
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Overturned garbage cans wit' no Oscar the Grouches
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Makin' money sellin plastic pouches
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As Mystikal would say, "My flo' is covered wit' roaches!"
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Absotively, posolutely, can't do without it
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The Shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it!
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Chorus
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[Bridge]
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Systematic playa-hation
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Green paper complications
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Got my ass an education
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Can I get an application??
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[Boots]
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Pam the Funkstress
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* Pam cuts n scratches Prince: "Thank you for a funky time.." *
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[Boots]
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It's kinda funky..
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Mat Machine-Gun Kelly!
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The Shipment
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The Coup |