The Coup Lyrics

[ring ring, ring]



Hello

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

It's The Coup and this is Boots, speak.

Well, my name is Dick Dolittle. I'm a reporter for Grime Magazine and we'd like ya to comment on the tragic riot.

It's not a riot it's a rebellion.

Well the tragic rebellion?

Man, tragic fo' 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 businesses. It's complete chaos.

That's not chaos. That's progress.

Mm hmm Okay. is that your comment?

No, this is it! [click].



Check it out.

It's the motherfuckin' C-O-U

To the P now your fuckin' with the real dudes

Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street

Getttin' drunk off liberation, fuck the Hennessy

'Cause you calmly kept us down for far to long

Now ya goin' up in smoke like Cheech and Chong

And the song "I Ain't the Nigga" is the constitution

Niggas die, but African's make revolution



So what happens when a people do not get they dues

Well, let's try it, 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 town

A hundred brothers takin' factories, Warren's law is gutters

And now they handin' 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 seventy-three

Channel two says at the mall twelve cops got shot

'Cause there's eight hundred sistas takin' over Eastmont

With nines and AKs doin' the right thing like Spike Lee

And now they babies got free Pampers and free Nikes

Up at the schoolhouse they say motherfuck a hall pass

Until ya teach the truth, check it, we ain't goin' to class

Your teachin' lies, we got wise, now we realize

There's no end to this road, ya disguised the prize

So beat game, for real mental penetration

Our education's liberation



Things ain't goin' never be the same

Things ain't goin' never be the same



Earthquakiin', foundation shakin, fires breakin' new day makin'

Change

Accumulate, liberate and educate and stimulate change



At six-nine there's a rally and it's ringin'

Through the crowd with a thousand voices singin'

Once upon a time in the projects, yo!

Motherfuckers took over and now we runnin' this show

We don't give a damn about section eight though

Fo' what we really need we goin' to have to take mo'

The same thing was heard in the Acorns

And Campball Village, across the bay in Fillmore

And in the hills where all the rich folks live

There in shock, we're not failing to vote and build

Instead of a brotha on the stage singin' "Do me!"

A black man has a gage sayin "Do this, see!"

All the sudd'n everybody is outt jail

But it's funny 'cause nobody is out on bail

And somebody shoves some police against the wall

I guess that day, they shoulda warn they clean drawers

'Cause the ambulance, that's the reality

There's now a new meaning to police brutality



All we need is satisfaction

(Things ain't goin' never be the same)

We don't forget just a fraction

(Things ain't goin' never be the same)

And we we gone to revolution

(Things ain't goin' never be the same)

Revolution is the solution

(Things ain't goin' never be the same)



Now the uzis that were once used to kill each other

Are now used to serve and protect a brother

And the sisters 'cause they pack Aks, forty-fives and nines

We're down for revolution not just down for they behinds

'Cause the word is heard across the bay and in LA

In New York New York, Chicago and Atlanta G-A

We gives a fuck if you got money in the millions

'Cause motherfucker we got posse in the billions

So break yourself Bush, it's collection day!

So break yourself Trump, it's collection day!

So break yourself Du Pont, it's collection day!

You stole this shit from our great granddaddy anyway

The liquor stores around, but they're not sellin' beer or ale

Motherfucker's sellin' molotov cocktails

To the crew, so light up a brew

And this is what is meant by a goddamn Coup



Tommy Gun

Things ain't goin' never be the same

DJ O and the cut ya'll

Cut it up

Ahh yes, K-Macks on the strings ya'll

aint' got nothing on him