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Альбом The Coup


Party Music (06.11.2001)
06.11.2001
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(sample)
"...and it was just about the part of the close (?) when the hinges went to
flyin off da motherfuckin doors"
(Pam the Funkstress scratches sample)
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(sample, appears throughout)
dub your shit baby

chorus (2x):
everybody put/throw your lighters up
tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
everybody get your shit started
this is *y'all* motherfuckin party!

(Boots)
Every death is an abrupt one
Every cop is a corrupt one
without no cash up in the trust fund
Every cat wit a gat wanna bust one
Every guest want a plus-one
Every tenement's a penitent
Every tried man is innocent
Time served should be the cent spent
Everybody wanna hear the lick
Every one a y'all is getting pimped
Every time i spit i'm feelin ripped
Every cancer is a homicide
Every boss better run and hide
Every human is some kin to Black
Every Visa got a pin to crack
Every verse is from the cardiac
Every search is involuntary
Every inmate want commisary
Every bank note is promissory
Every broke motherfucker finna form a gang
and when we come we takin everything.

chorus (2x):

(Boots)
Every mack want a cadillac
Every mark want they scrilla back
Every narc want a hit of crack
In the park or a pontiac
Every little cent is to the rent
Every roach is a resident
Every truth ain't evident
Every slave story, present tense
Every uprise a consequence
Every time it be something sweet
Every banker is a fuckin' thief
Everybody betta holla wit me
Every fiend need a dolla fifty
Every crime that i do is petty
Every criminal is rich already
Every lender got a complex
Every single is a bomb threat
Every sellout, may ya hate my verse
Everybody, they gon' get it first
Every broke motherfucker finna form a gang
and when we come we taking everything

chorus (2x):

(Pam scratches)
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chorus (2x):

. . .


{*scratched: "Help me out"*}
{^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}
{*scratched: "Help me out"*}
{^1: "Yo, yo, yo, yo!"}

We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go

We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go

(Boots)
Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin
On the turf debatin how to get it percolatin
He workin you while we happy just to work a day
But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin {^1}
Do you checks have elasticity?
Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity?
Did you scream and yell explicitly?
Force the boss into complicity {^1}
I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
Rollin dope fiend rentals through your residential
Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensil
Finna teach pimp class with a hoe credential {^1}
They own sweats shops, pet cops and fields of cola
Murder babies with they molars on the areola
Control the Pope, Dali Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
Bump this rollin {^1} in your bucket or your new Corolla
Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out
Yellin, "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!"
Wanna know what this demeanor's bout? City tried to clean us out
Green is clout, shut 'em down {^1} they ain't never seen a drought
You interviewed but they ain't callin you back
And for the record I ain't called it a gat
But tuck this in the small of your back
Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap {^1}

(Chorus)

(Boots)
'Cept this game ain't slow, it's the creeper
If you a janitor, get a street sweeper
Ugly is even skin deeper
If you can't get the Pres, get the VeePer {^1}
They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner
Spillin swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid
Flip off the lid, who you {^1} pourin fo'?
You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller, uhh
"Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller
They wear skivvies that's made of chinchilla
Factory in Mexico, bought {^1} a spring villa
I'm from the land where the Panthers grew
You know the city and the avenue
If you the boss we'll be smabbin through, and we'll be grabbin you
To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" {^1}
And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the

We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go

We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo' then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go

(Boots)
Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution
When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution
You could throw a twenty in a vat 'o hot oil
When he jump in after it watch him boil {^1}
Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
If you can find he can swim
put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend
Videotape and the party don't end {^1}
Tell that boogers be sellin like crack
He gon' put the little baggies in his nose, and suffocate like that
Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one
Make sure you ain't got no priors
Don't tell 'em that we conspired
We could let him try to change a flat tire
Or we could all at once retire
There are just a few of the

We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flow then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go

We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flow then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco, y'know how this go

Bay Area, get ready to brawl, Bay Area, are you ready to brawl?
L.A., get ready to brawl, L.A., are you ready to brawl?
Chi-town, get ready to brawl, Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, get ready to brawl, Detroit, are you ready to brawl?
Atlanta, get ready to brawl, Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
Houston, get ready to brawl, Houston, are you ready to brawl?
New York, get ready to brawl, New York, are you ready to brawl?
London, get ready to brawl, London, are you ready to brawl?
Capetown, get ready to brawl, Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
Tokyo, get ready to brawl, Tokyo, are you ready to brawl?

Yeah
The Coup
Boots Riley
Pam the Funkstress
It's really goin' down
Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin'
The Coup
You know, sum'n, sum'n

. . .


You know you're my cookie baby and you're too smart
I can see it in the lines of your school art
True heart
I mean courage
Expressed with care
Go on draw them superheroes with the curly hair
You're my daughter
My love
More than kin to me
This for you and the woman that you finna be
Tell that boy he's wrong
Girls are strong
Next time at show and tell play him our song

Tell your teacher I said princesses are evil
How they got all they money was they killed people
If somebody hits you, hit 'em back
Then negotiate a peace contract
Life if a challenge and you gotta team up
If you play house pretend that the man clean up
You too busy with the other things you gotta do
If you start something, now
Remember, follow through

Later on you gon' blossom like a lotus
You'll get into boys and the boys gon' notice
It don't matter who you do it with
Just remember when I tell you baby you the shit

Handshakes are promises
Lies can spoil it
Words should be bond and seal
Wash you hands after using the toilet
Brush after every meal, and also

Wear clean draws everyday
'Cause things may fall the wrong way
You'll be lying there waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear got holes and shit

Wear clean draws everyday
'Cause things may fall the wrong way
You'll be lying there waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear got holes and shit

Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(oh yeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right there?
(oh yeah)

My boogie baby now
The world ain't no fairy tale
And it's ran by some rich white scary males
To make it simple for you let's call 'em the bosses
They take money while the people take losses
Stole Black folk from Africa
To work for free
And we still barely get paid enough to eat
That's what I told you
I be saying in my vocals
That's why the woman got the gun on the logo
The star is the future
That we gon' create
Where nobody steal money from the things we make
The revolution takes time and space
But you as a woman gotta know you're place

That's in the front baby
I'm being blunt baby
If the get mad say it's they time of the month baby
Your face is just like the sun when it raises
Thank you for adding beauty to my phrases

Handshakes are promises
Lies can spoil it
Words should be bond and seal
Wash you hands after using the toilet
Brush after every meal, and also

Wear clean draws everyday
'Cause things may fall the wrong way
You'll be lying there waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear got holes and shit

Wear clean draws everyday
'Cause things may fall the wrong way
You'll be lying there waiting' for the ambulance
And your underwear got holes and shit

Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right there?
(oh yeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right here?
(yeeah)
Pam can I get a little scratch right there?
(oh yeah)

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands

. . .


(* People talking *)

I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court
I scribbled this on an application for county support
I practice this like a sport
Met Donald Trump and he froze up
Standing on his Bentley yelling "Pimps down, hoes up"

Some tryin' to front off
Break her ass a clump off
We gon' stop the world and make y'all motherfuckers jump off
This is my resume slash resignation
A ransom note with proposed legislation

A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim
Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date em'
Flyin' kites for my folks at home
Who takin' tokes alone
We payin' rent on shit they ain't even sposed to own

Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' when ya curse
It's a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purse
Shut the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse

They wouldn't pay ya ass as far as they can throw you
They think you punkin' but they don't know you
Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve shot berettas
Buy the Burger King workers who be slappin' on ya lettuce

Wrote that in the back of those apartments
A coupon from agricultural departments
When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go
And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto

That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out, hey

That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out, hey

(* People talking *)

Call me bird, 'cause of my legs but my ass don't sing
Got a house arrest anklet but it don't bling bling
Got a homie with a cell but that shit don't ring
But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang

Now it's the hustlin' sound, trick where they muscle around blacks
Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack
Even renowned hack-historians have found that
The people only bound back when they pound back

So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement
Defacin' gravements of a sufferin' nascent
The files are flagrant and that's the fragrance
I overheard them askin' vagrance for patients

So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes
From people trying to throw the Bougies in designer bolts
And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks
Who all kind of broke
But bought twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke

The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle
So when I say "Burn One" I mean the Star-Spangled
Let's all get high from the income angle
Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single

Here's a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades
By nannies and maids who be polishin' the suede
You could let the sess blow but let's make the sets grow
Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto

That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out, hey

That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out, hey

(* People talking *)

. . .


Dead Prez, The Coup
People Army, where the G's at?
C'mon...
Fuck the police
Ay y'all ready for this shit for y'all trunk?
Y'all ready to get this bitch crunk?

hook
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
You're s'posed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up!

stic.man

Honestly, I'm against this government
I ain't gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
I'm sick of payin' bills and I'm sick of payin' rent
Seem like I work all the time but don't know where the money went

And the funny shit is we supposed to like this shit
But all y'all politicians can bite this dick
It's a war goin' on, the ghetto is a cage
They only give you two choices: be a rebel or a slave

(So what you do?) So I rebel
Like a ulcer in the belly of the beast stayin' true to it
Since my home street days in the blue Buick
Niggas been fightin' so long seem like I'm used to it

Now what y'all know 'bout how The Coup do it
Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin' to it
This is for the G's all the way to the Bay
From 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya gotta get up

hook
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
You're s'posed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up!

Boots Riley
Now uhh, this fella spits yella, never been a snitch teller
One pay stub from a homeless ditch dweller
Yellin' "Fuck 'em Rocafella", my shit bump in a capella
My lyrical quotes are nervous notes to bank tellers

When we call it off, we haulin' off, Molotov's and bricks
Mr. Bailiff you could put that in the transcripts
Hope your motherfuckin' paddy wagon van flips
Some saw it off, I prefer hand-grips

Quote us, you know we're stronger than a 3-day notice
Pay acquit, It's more of us than lies your mayor spit
I'm on some "Ma hate the game but love the player" shit
Is you a "have" or you a "have not"?

When you run out of bullets, grab rocks
Cuz the prison don't slam locks
It don't open when your fam knocks,
'less you rich and have stocks

Fight the power like a motherfuckin Zulu
It's The Coup plus Kanume and Mutulu
So raise your hands in the air like you're born again
But make a fist for the struggle we was born to win

hook
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
You're s'posed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up!

M-1
When I hear the whoop-whoop, I be duckin' them hos
I can smell a pig comin', so I stay on my toes
On the low from po-po, so fuck the Ho-lice
'Cause peace to me is loaded under my seat

And I know power respect that, so 'serve and protect' that
I'm young, black, and just don't give a fuck - try me
Grillin' you right back, you better drive by me
We the People Army is known to get rowdy

And even if you a friend of the blue
You can get it too, snitchin' is never forgettable
This hell we livin' is never forgivable
It come down to DP and The Coup

Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, Fred and them
Fuck the po-po, local, state, fed and them
You better choose your side, Crip - Blood - 415
It's one team, get up and let's ride!

hook
You got to get up right now
Turn the system upside down
You're s'posed to be fed up right now
Turn the system upside down
Get up!

. . .


Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in your flow tonight
So you can transform my world

Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in you flow tonight
So you can transform my world

Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in your flow tonight
So you can transform my world

Pam The Funkstress
You're so tight
Just scratch me up and make it right
I'm caught up in you flow tonight
So you can transform my world

. . .


Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, that's right
Gotta get off the phone, bust this verse
Aight, okay

I'm anti-imperial
Anti-trust
Anti-gun if the shit won't bust
Anti-corporate, they anti-my essence
Anti-snortin' them anti-depressants
But I'm not pro-poppin' em;
I'm provocative
And pro-stoppin' them FBI operatives
Who professional at Black Man Pounce
And hand you a sentence that you can't pronounce

I'm also anti-narco, anti-vice
911 marks the anti-christ
They anti-social, pointin' M-16's;
Guess i'm anti-the-anti-nigger-machine

Proletarian, funkadelicparliamentarian
Pro-revolt-in-the-21st-centurian
Pro-running up in Congress sayin' "Fuck it all"
But bring the people with you, that's the protocol
This beat is joyful like jailbreaks
The whole world is anti-United Snakes
So check it out, anticipate the anti-venom
And move your antibodies to this revolution rhythm
We goin' be fuckin' with 'em

Pro-union but most lost they bite
Anti-muthafuckas-crossin' a strike
Take a look around and be for or against
But you can't do shit if you ridin' the fence

Ride the fence
Now you don't really wanna ride the fence
Now do you really wanna ride the fence?
Why would you really wanna ride the fence
Don't ride the fence

Ride the fence
Now you don't really wanna ride the fence
Now do you really wanna ride the fence?
Why would you really wanna ride the fence
Don't ride the fence

I'm anti-uppin'-your-dollars-with-telekinesis
I done tried everyday, and that shit decreases
Anti-them-anti-crime-bill-pieces
We need cash and that's the anti-thesis

I'm pro-overthrow of the Hip Hop Nation
Pro-layin'-low-til-I'm-off-probation
Pro-people's-control-of-the-cash-and-corporations
Pro-prophylactic yet pro-creation

Anti-watered-down-drinks-in-fancy-cups
Anti-promoters-who-don't-ante-up
But I'm not anti-thug
I know that power is the most effective anti-drug

I'm pro-Zapatista
Pro-Cuba
Viva!
Pro-la raza sayin' "Fuck La Migra"
Policia se asesina
Lemme show you what I mean
I'm anti-republican and democratic
If they self-destruct
That's anti-climactic

Tired of bein' hunted like an antelope
Take the system by the throat
That's the antidote
So I pose a proposition
Take a look, be in support or opposition
Then be proactive proceed with confidence
'Cause you know that you can't change shit by ridin' the fence

Ride the fence
Now you don't really wanna ride the fence
Now do you really wanna ride the fence?
Why would you really wanna ride the fence
Don't ride the fence

Ride the fence
Now you don't really wanna ride the fence
Now do you really wanna ride the fence?
Why would you really wanna ride the fence
Don't ride the fence

. . .


Oh baby, oh baby
Oh baby, oh baby
Hey, hey

Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush
And I'm implyin' I ain't had no business cryin'
'Cause we used the rubber twice
And we knew that shit was dyin' to bust

Well we was only seventeen
But you was older in between
And in my fresh Adidas fits
I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine

Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in
A nymphomaniac was with it, that's just a clip, more experience
Beat on my chest when I was put to the test
You said "Got damn nigga, that ain't how ya get it in"

Dashboards for the leverage, tall cans for beverage
The weed can make you courageous, make a Honda Civic seem so spacious
Make five minutes seem like ages, anyway

You smelled like Care-Free Curl and nowalaters baby
Said you liked high-top fades
And Jesse Johnson's "Crazy"
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much today I'm still campaignin'

Oh baby, oh baby
Oh baby, oh baby
Hey, hey

The lake don't smell so bad now, do it
Don't trip off ya hair baby just re-glue it
The windows is fogged up, can't nobody view it
Put down the O-E and turn up the Howard Huett

And some more, we had things to discuss
Like how we do it, we got ambiotic fluid
And a baby floatin' though it
Hey, imagine if it look like us, it was me up in the vaginary
And I'ma love my kids whether real or imaginary
Quit school, work well depends at the mall next to Fashion Berry
Operation cash and carry

Manual labor from six to noon
Makin' six kabooms, got a baby that's fixin' to bloom
And he befits the groom plus grips the spoon
So let me twist the ploom
And inhale and emit the fumes

You smelled like Care-Free Curl and nowalaters baby
Said you liked high-top fades
And Jesse Johnson's "Crazy"
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much today I'm still campaignin'

Oh baby, oh baby
Oh baby, oh baby
Hey, hey

I was composed, I didn't even crack a frown
I was supposed to let my parents fall down
And show my ass when I found
That the baby was four months early and around ten pounds

I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers
From those who don't really give a fuck about life
She said "It ain't so much that they startin' out younger"
"It's just they supposed to be more like a wife"

Meanin' you ain't shit without a man to guide you
If ya mama tried to feed you that she lied too
Make ya grab any motherfucker that ride through
If jobs are applied to knots can get tied too

Plus I know that you must have been scared
It made it easy when the feelings were shared
Flashback to 20/20
I know you waitin' for the dollars 'cause you knew I had funny money

Yellin' all loud like I'ma tear the whole hood up
Don't tempt me cause the real daddy stood up
He said I was a mark for believin' in you
Now it's more that I'm seein' is true

There's a few things I'd like to say in this letter
Like I wish I would've seen him grow
And ask my wife I learned to fuck much better
And thank you for lettin' me go
Yeah, thank you for lettin' me go
For real, thank you for lettin' me go

You smelled like Care-Free Curl and nowalaters baby
Said you liked high-top fades
And Jesse Johnson's "Crazy"
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much today I'm still campaignin'

Oh baby, oh baby
Oh baby, oh baby
Hey, hey

. . .


Coup, yeah
It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills
Dodging 'em one time, check it out

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand how we still not free

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand how we still not free

Don't trust the police, no justice no peace
They got me face down, in the middle of the street
Pistol whip me with the heat, chicken shits sizzling
Trying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder beef

I'm a young, black, heterosexual male
Don't drink no drank, don't smoke, don't sell
That's the real reason that they want me up in jail
They want me to fail, I resist and rebel

See I give a fuck about the C-O-P's
P-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-T
Cause they wanna see me D-I-E
Got me cash under mob, I'm a pre-O.G.

Dark Sobe associates, vicious, venomous vocalist
Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for Oakland
Folks do be smoking and shit we do what we holding
Some just don't notice they get demoted
Throw em' all the time music

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand how we still not free

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand how we still not free

This is for them babies with them empty plates
For that raise ripped that you didn't calculate
If you ever in your life been a ward of the state
On the corner with cake
If they send an undercover and you took the bait, huh

Next time I see em' with no hesitation
I'm peeling off like stolen registration
And leave a lot of smoke
See I'm that sort of folk
That been pig hunting since my mama's fucking water broke

'Cause they the henchmen nah they the lynchmen
Between the rich and puffs of weed known to trench them
'Cause they dispense with the dollars and cents
So when you stand go get candles, flowers, and incense

Behind steel gates is fifty percent of our bill rates
A pre-kin making microchips for Bill Gates
Pelican Bay, t-shirts for the workout
Police station where the slave catchers lurk out

Listen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routes
We'll synchronize and give em' shit to wonder 'bout
The DEA is filthy, yell not guilty
We need control of the cash and the realty

And get rid of all the motherfucking parasites
More than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit
Shaking in they boots when we start to bust
They ain't scared of rap music, they scared of us

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand how we still not free

If you got beef with C-O-P's
Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's
Cause they be harassing you and me
Ya gotta understand how we still not free

. . .


Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heven tonite

Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heven tonite

Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs
May my arteries and heart oscillate as one
If police come may I awake escape and run
In the morning may I have the sake to scrape the funds

And if I take the plunge
May it be said that I wasn't afraid to shake my tongue
Show the state was scum
Makin' sure that the callin' bell of fate was rung

'Cause if they could they would
Have probably tried to rape the sun
Someone said that this is just my body
Wait for the after party
Where ain't no shut-off note
And every wallet there is knotty

Feet are on the asphalt
Dick in the dirt
This system take vickin' to work
Listen alert
Check out the introvert
In the corner with the rip in her skirt
Stomach pains so she grippin' her shirt
Ain't never had dinner
So she know she ain't gettin' dessert
Don't try to tell me it's her mission to hurt

I got faith in the people and they power to fight
We gon' make the struggle blossom
Like a flower to light
I know that we could take power tonight
Make 'em cower from might
And get emergency clearance from the tower for flight

I ain't sittin in your pews less you helpin' me resist and refuse
Show me a list of your views
If you really love me, help me tear this muthafucka up
Consider this my tithe for the offer cup

Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heven tonite

Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heven tonite

I used to think about infinity
And how my memory is finna be
Invisibly slim in that vicinity
And though the stars are magnificent
Whiskey and the midnight sky can make you feel insignificant

The revolution in this tune and verse
Is a bid for my love to touch the universe
Strugglin' over wages and funds
Let the movement get contagious and run
Through the end when it's gauges and guns
And if we win in the ages to come
We'll have a chapter where the history pages are from

They won't never know our name or face
But feel our soul in free food they taste
Feel our passion when they heat they house
When they got power on the streets
And the police don't beat 'em about

Let's make health care centers on every block
Let's give everybody homes and a garden plot
Let's give all the schools books
Ten kids a class
And give 'em truth for their pencils and pads

Retail clerk, love ballads
Where you place this song
Let's make heven right here
Just in case they wrong

Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heven tonite

Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heven tonite

Preacher man wanna save my soul
Don't nobody wanna save my life
People we done lost control
Let's make heven tonite

. . .


Have you thought about it too? Have you ever?
Because we are here for you
When you have nothing to lose
All the people feel it too

Have you thought about it too?
Because we are here for you
When you have nothing to lose
All the people feel it too

You do have a way out, baby
And together we can breath free air

Have you thought about it too?
Because we are here for you
When you have nothing to lose
All the people feel it too

I know they wanna isolate you, yeah
Give you nothing to relate to, yeah
We're gonna have to break this whole mother fucker down
So loneliness, don't let it overtake you no

When you feel so all alone
Know you have a home

. . .


Now when I go to bed it's almost time to wake up
Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up
And even when I serve soda it would be cold as fuck
Shiverin' in my sock, servin' ice for ten bucks

And you'd be in the house, all warm and shit
And ya ass got the sweater with the fire lit
And whatever ya want you ain't gotta lift a finger
If ya wanna a glass of water hit the maid on the ringer

Got a job for you under this hot ass sun
You tellin' me to hurry up and get some more shit done
I be so tired when I spit all my words slur together
Got so many calluses my hands are like leather

Watchin' MTV in yo big ass chair
Tryin' out slang words while you combin' ya hair
Ya productivity is wack bring that box here fo-sheezy
Go get some coffee, player, punch out before ya leave

Gotcho' feet up on the desk noddin' off to sleep
While I lift, push, pull, dig, sweat, and sweep
I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer
'Cause the world is controlled by you lazy motherfuckers

Lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker
You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker

Now you don't wash yo ass, you got a personal bather
If you roll out of bed it's like you doin' a favor
You was born into paper and that behavior
For a midnight snack, you have the bedroom catered

You ain't never learned to drive or tie yo shoe
I got my ear to the street and my eye on you
You got a secretary to write down your thoughts
On how to make us work hard and fatten up your vaults

TV say if ya poor, you must be slow and shiftless
But you pay em' to say that, so we don't want it different
Got a cook and a girl to bring the tray for you
You're hearin' this 'cause somebody pushed play for you

My head is poundin' now and my hands are shakin'
To keep my eyelids open takes concentration
I don't get no rest it's just a stay alive hustle
Making you stay rich without you moving a muscle

You think of people as your tool, so when your dick salute
You have a butler get the phone and call a prostitute
And say your sex drive's stronger than the engine of a trucker
But she'll have to be on top cause you a lazy motherfucker

Lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker
You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker
You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker
You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker

A hundred person house there just to sanitize
You know you don't give a fuck but they all despise you
Millions over millions makin' shit for you to sell
But police on alert just in case we rebel

But it's gon' happen, captain, hope ya know that's why I'm rappin'
Once the toes start tappin', hands with gats start clappin',
'Cause this whole system's waitin' for you to kick it in Paris
Or roll through Hong Kong in a rickshaw carriage

So when you spend a dollar that's ten seconds of my time
And when ya spend a billion that's my life and that's a crime
'Cause for me life is hard like a track that I'm reppin' on
Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on

Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened
'Cause hard work got me to the chiropractor
But we can work hard to take back the bread and butter
Cause all these multimillionaires is lazy motherfuckers

Lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker
You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker
You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker
You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy motherfucker

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