1.Underdogs
Lyricist：Raymond Riley
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe, she swear it feels like plastic wrap around
her face
Lights turned off and it's the third month, the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills, they piled up on the coffee table like they're
decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin' haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
You feel like getting so high, you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
Like taking tupperware to an all you can eat
Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt
And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete
Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin' about a partner you can dial up to help you out this
foul stuff
Whole family sleepin' on a futon while you're clippin' coupons
Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the croutons
'Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
A lot of b-boys are broke, a lot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be
assed out
Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent with the povety rate
You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and
mobs
A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
You like this song 'cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
Arguments about money usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin' like a pager when the battery's low
And you just don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feels like a year spent
And you can write your resume but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers
Now don't accept my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them？
It's almost impossible survivin' on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you
I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
2.Cars ＆ Shoes
Lyricist：Riley Raymond Lawrence
Now if ya gettin' in my car, don't sit down right away
'Cause my passenger seat tilts sideaways
And don't even try to lean the shit back
The whole damn thang'll fall off the track
Stick your hand out and signal for a right
My window's stuck plus, I got a broken turn light
Naw I ain't dippin', sometimes I get a stuck brake
Got my rear view attached with some duct tape
Keep yo' knee right there
I'm tryna keep that glove compartment closed playa
The seatbelt don't work, just tie it round your waist
If you crash through the window, just cover your face
The radio gets one station on AM, it's Chinese
But if you listed, you could catch what they sayin'
Stop complainin', I heard what you said
So what the seat spring poked you in the leg？
Didn't know it stabbed you but what you stompin' fo'？
You finna put yo' foot through that hole in the flo'
Now what you say, you gonna sue me？
Aw, because the baby, hurt his leg and got a booby？
Now your feelings hurt, you wanna get up out my shit
Cool motherfucker, here you go, get yo' kicks
You need to act a little older
If you want that do' to open you, gon' have to use yo' shoulder
Get the fuck up out fool, you lose, why？
My car is better than yo' shoes
Now, if you get in my bucket, baby
You gotta sit on the flo'
And I ain't go no license you know
I'm tryin a duck the po', po'
Now, if you get in my bucket, baby
You gotta sit on the flo'
And I ain't go no license you know
I'm tryin a duck the po', po'
See me in the town, you might think I'm a star
Every three months in a different car
Like the other day in a '81 Datsun
Wit' my alternator rollin' shotgun
Or in the fall in a '88 Seville
Pushin' it wit my foot, down the hill
Once I did a job, the lady didn't wanna pay me
So she offered me a hoop tie instead, I said maybe
'Cause it looked like it went through a war
Missin' a door, three out of four
Ain't bad but is it safe to drive？
I'll wait 'til payday, then make it live
Fixed the beat first 'cause that's my choice
A bucket wit' the beat look like a Rolls Royce
Next week it broke down on the Bay Bridge
And lemme tell you that motherfucker dang-ress
Had a hun'ed, so I hit the auction block off
Got a seven six Pinto wit' some knock offs
Catchin' buses be gettin' me to work late
And you know that slow down my pay rate
Down to zero
No alignment make it kinda hard to steer though
They need to pay me for all these adventures
Tell 'em to my grandkids when I got dentures
Makin' a buck really costs a buck fiddy
It's only that cheap if yo' cars shitty
Motherfuckers laughin' but it beats the AC transit blues
Shit, my car is better than my shoes
Now, if you get in my bucket, baby
You gotta sit on the flo'
And I ain't go no license you know
I'm tryin a duck the po', po'
Now, if you get in my bucket baby
You gotta sit on the flo'
And I ain't go no license you know
I'm tryin a duck the po', po'
3.Intro (G-Nut Talks Shit From The Gut)
Hey how you do
And if you don't already know about my partner
Let me introduce you to the nappy headed crew
The coup boots e roc and pam the funkstress,
Damn these motherfuckas jam
Bopping in the ninety-four to slide into 95
Riding like so
And if you aint already know
Act like i told you punk
This is the foundation of funk
But before i let them loose
Don't worry pass me some of that genocide and juice
4.Pimps (Free Stylin At The Fortune 500 Club)
Fuck no I ain't got no Grey Poupon
Well anyway I said that's no burglar that my butler hahaha
Mr. Rockafella let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or
something
Yes we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
Well then could you muster it for us
(David you must do)
Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if i can get my voice like those rappers (＊clears
throat＊)
Here we go
Well if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockafella
So much cash up in my bathroom is a ready teller
I'm outragous, I work in stages, like syphills
But no need for prophylactics
I am up your own, so me know wretched ain't funk
But my cream got amino acid
Keep my hoes in check no rebellions
If your ass occur shit it wouldnt be the first time
I done make a massacre, nigga please how you figure these
Motherfuckers like me got stocks bonds and securites
No impurities, straight anglo saxon
when my family got their sex on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster shit
Make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game I make the rules
Flash a little cash make you think you got class
But you really selling ass and hoe keep off my grass
Less you cutting it, see Im running shit
Trick all y'all motherfuckas as simps
I'm just a pimp
＊chorus＊
That is so cute
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well？
Well, what should I do？
Why don't you rap for us？
No, I...
Come on old boy I did mine
I...
It's so tribal
Oh very well
Oh goody!
But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getti
I am tearing this shit up like confetti
My money last longer than Eveready
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose
This is just like the straws？
But the hoes dont choose, I chose you
No voodoo can hoo-do you
from getting treated like a piece of boonboonboo
Who do you think want those niggaz that don't turn tricks
The logo on hoein in 94 is getting 86ed
and all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
I got the po'-po' for that daily pimp slap
The motherfucker gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mack ass already pimped his daddy
Let you out like linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you whores making you eat top ramen
While I eat shrimp, y'all motherfuckas are simps
I'm just a pimp
＊Chorus＊
Oh no here he comes, oh don't look at him
Are you fellows rapping？
I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing
You know one two three
Well actually we were just leaving...
And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want all she want this she want the ？ of fun
X amount of this like this ？ gap hear me
Hol' up your hand if you love the money
Hol' up your hand if you love punanny
Gun pon mi side mi afi kill somebody
Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see
＊Chorus＊
Well how did you like that then？
Well we really must be leaving you
Yes yes Donald it was smashing to see you again
Something I picked up in the Carribean
Yeah yes I remember
Why don't you stick around and I'll I'll rap some more for you
Oh no no no old boy I think I see Jackie
Oh Jackie ah Jackie!!
Please please pass the bubbly
Well look here motherfuckers we are taking all these
motherfucking shit
Yeah we are taking all these
You besta come off up that coat we are taking these
5.360 Degrees
Baby boy (get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you .
crying to the beat of the words project complex.
looking out his window(get it together)
wondering if he is now the owner of a complex
living in the projects
yeah well er um mama's living on welfare
and she aint been living well
and that for damn sure aint fair
that's 360 degrees of poverty(get it together).
baby boy with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
realizing living in a society with a bunch of menaces
cant be all damn bad when labelled a menace to society
well shit he fit right in looking at you like youre mad (get it
together)
cos you talking out your butt wah wahwahwah
just say no to drugs but say yes to what？
baby boy(get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
thinks he's a man now
cos he now has a baby boy(get it together) with big brown eyes
and oh my god with thick long lashes mind you
crying to the same beat of the words project complex
looking out his window wondering am i not the owner of a complex
living in the projects
you see what goes around comes back around
and oh goddamn here it come now
6.Drug Warz
＊ Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase
'We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along' ＊
Now the FBI monitors with no feedback
Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at
or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that
Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak
Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back
It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack
Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do
Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku
The bat and tote go through, I said, 'Merci beaucoup
If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew'
Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks
Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit
Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip
Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit
My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip
Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit
Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips
Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile
Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel
This girl Cheryl got parole violation
Said she was high cause of pupil dilation
If you never got arrested now since infinity
You get searched livin in this vicinity
or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right
They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican
Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin
Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines
but the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem
The ruling class shifts dope to you and me
And don't get arrested, this is lunacy
or is it pimp low magic in unity
Is it a war on drugs, or just my community？
Now who gets paper and who gets perved？
Who gets slapped and who gets served？
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets perved？
Who gets slapped and who gets served？
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot
So many cops around the block ？？ Tupac
You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox
Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks？
Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente
Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente
Not a teacher but a sensei
These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's
Makin police state officials with fat bones
that's made of gristle test they torque to differential
Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial
'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils
That type of struggle motivated my pencil
It ain't mental it's material
Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your
stereo
Babies need cereal, folks need currency
My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently
Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected
Guess they gon' til the new prison get elected
and that'll solve they unemployment streak
They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a week
That's why they packin us in there in droves and fleets
And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets
Now who gets paper and who gets perved？
Who gets slapped and who gets served？
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets perved？
Who gets slapped and who gets served？
Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
7.Fuck A Perm (extended Version)
Coup, The
Miscellaneous
Fuck A Perm (extended Version)
＊whistle＊
'dayaam, look at baby's hair over there and shit!
Damn big 1970's jackson's afro and shit!'
Damn... motherfuckers, always bein like that
Apply three drips, rub softly with your fingertips
And even though you flipped, don't trip cause now you're, hip
And now you slick it, you grease it and you lick it
And you're lookin really wicked but your hair is now called good
You moisturize and texturize and relax-ize and civilize it
But yo i got a 'fro, so a bro's misunderstood
Kitchen in the back, give me dap i got a knapsack
Knick knack patty's wack, cause in her mind it's firm
That straight is in and out is black
Cause black went out with tenement shacks
But beauty is a natural fact so i say, 'fuck a perm!'
Let your hair down if you can't let it down
Lay it down on the seat beside you ain't nobody gonna steal it
Jackson 5 afro (x5)
Excuse but it moves me to just to ask the question where
Did we get this feeble fascination for straight hair？
My fro might scare and make brothers with perms squirm
Or get me into rocks with motherfuckers who got cocks
This nappy shit's on hit, i whip out my pick
I'm just about as freaky as an x-rated flick
Stay off my dick and i'll sit back as you get milked
By pcj, waves and curls, and lustrous silk
So don't style your shit like claire do
Cause it's your mind that's whipped, not your hairdo
Nappy haired brothers like myself
Will get a bald head and say...
Fuck it
I wrap a dread around your head and it'll make you choke
Won't hesitate to activate any perm and smoke
Don't call me a nigger i'm as big as see i know the commentary
Seeing that the term perm means temporary
Hairy to scare ya, curled at the top
See the hair that you wear it won't amazing rock
I'd rather have a nap sack or a dread instead
See i'm from the old school so i've got a bald head
Remember in the days when the biggest capper
Used to say you looked like an african booty-scratcher
I'm ripping it up just to let you see
That if it ain't natural then the shit ain't me
A jackson 5 afro (x4)
Hey...fuck a perm
8.Funk (remix)
Coup, The
Miscellaneous
Funk (remix)
I used to kick it with a brother named, moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend lateisha
Whose brother elmo, looked like me
Elmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes
Elmo would develop lots of beef as a tweaker
And all of them was mostly come lookin for me
Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin
To rat pack, uhh, time to get a gat
So i'm strapped cause i'm trapped like roger thomas in his fat
Momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap
Saturday twelve o'clock, told e-roc, the whole plot
And what not, about, how our men are spottin
It's funny bets the money that they scared of po-po's
And this supposed to be some ruthless negros？
They regretting, len saying 'pull that hoyle card'
Disregarding come a brother, and now they act hard
I ain't clueless, we can do this cause it's heated
But don't trip, i got a .380 if it's needed
This is a lesson you can pass or flunk
So pile on the right guard, we got serious funk
Singers：
Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee？ (repeat 4x)
Bet george and bootsy, never had funk like this
Catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this
Rift that i'ma go through, maybe i can flow through
This whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel
And my friends make suggestions...
That i should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
If i die by the trigger of a misled brother
Could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and
others？
I believe no, so i don't go, with the flow
Even though i'm bout to roll with no paddle
Up a creek called shit, light is lit on the situation
Is me and him is gonna decrease the population
Now we wonder why our revolution never grow
Killin motherfuckers just for steppin on our toe
If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did
For ourselves, the blood would never flow again
And then, the uzis that were once used to kill each other
Could be used, to serve and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or whatever others
But the funk keeps growing like a fungus...
Singers：
Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee？ (repeat 4x)
Four years til i'm twenty-five, now i got a forty-five
Caliber don't take no jive, just pull to fix
Don't want to be eighty-sixed, route six six six ain't in my mix
Don't flap your lips about me takin no, trips
You won't be takin no sips from a milk carton
Seein my face with a caption, askin
'have you seen boots, he's missing in action'
This shit is more off the wall than michael jackson
Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others
Screwin brothers but the coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
On the corner, talkin revolution from petoria to florida
It's why it don't make sense that they want me a goner
On a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack think i'm
Poppin junk cause they don't see for centuries
The genocidal funk so i'm a punk if i don't blast they ass
But i gots more funk for the rulin class
Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off with a grin
National guard sent in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got serious funk
Singers：
Why you waaaaannaaaaaa, funk with meeeeee？ (repeat 4x)
9.Streets Of Oakland
Coup, The
Miscellaneous
Streets Of Oakland
Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know？ let's do this
Chorus：
Niggas in oakland all day long
Be pimping these hoes from dusk til dawn
Making cash real fast and you know it's on
Hanging on the streets of oakland
All we do is smoke that weed
And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed
And a little bit of head is all we need
Hanging on the streets of oakland
Welcome to the danger zone, where the niggas don't play that
Every man for self, the rule is to stay strapped
Cause rat packers try to jack that ass
From the jealousy that's built in the streets when you stack
cash
And they'll blast, hoping they can get get it
Punk, so if you got it, you best to get with it
Or quit it, cause niggas be flipping over dope and
Your friends might get you if you're slipping in oakland
Yeah, so don't play no punk-ass nigga close
Cause they'll mash on your cash and get ghost
And don't say ant banks didn't warn ya
About the loced-ass gangstas killing in california
That's where i'm from, nigga, rolling in my g-ride
Hey, you gonna see me slide when i'm on the eastside
Making all my fucking gitnotes
Making sure my gat straight smitnokes, smobbing with my fitnokes
That's all we doing is the town is seeing bitches clowning
Kicking back getting high lounging
It really doesn't matter what you do, yo chilling with your crew
You're sipping on a brew, you're pimping bitches too
And the shit don't bother me if that's how it's gotta be
Then macking these hoes should be equality
See, the game goes deep when you're rolling
Hanging on the streets of oakland
Chorus
Nighttime falls and everybody's perking
No punks around so funks occurring
But the sideshow's back and everybody's flossing
In they ride trying to side and all the freaks are tossing
And brother with bump, trunk of funk is knocking
Candy paint on they ride keeps the bitches jocking
Knowing you's a balling-ass nigga everybody hates
Rolling in the town with a pound straight dropping weight
Blowing up like dynamite
Selling weed, yey, angel dust, hop, and china white
Fuck it, you're making duckets, never riding buckets
Playing punk bitches like puppets
Yo, but there's a lot of fake counterfeit macks
Playa hating on they homies trying to dry cat
To look good for the hoes, man these niggas ain't joking
Boy, you get that ass smoked in oakland
Chorus
Aw yeah, the coup is up in here, and we be talking about the
Real. motherfuckas know that we know, that they know, that we
Know the deal. now the originality of our principality is that
We don't play the pimp. but the reality of our locality, and
You'll learn this gradually, is that motherfuckas do this shit
To pay their rent. but here's a hint： how we gonna get it
straight
When we bent？ shit, see i ain't never had shit but my stripes
And my game and my life, and all them's just hand downs from my
Grandaddy. yeah, i'm living large kidding with ant banks, but
i'm
Still hustling food stamps for my candy apple red caddy.
alright...
10.Everything
hinges went to
flyin off da motherfuckin doors'
superior sound quality
dub your shit baby
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!
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.
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 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
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11.Head (Of State)
Lyricist：Boots Riley
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
In a land not very far away from here
George W. Bush was drinkin' beer
His daddy was head of the CIA
Now listen up close to what I say
The CIA worked for Standard Oil
And other companies to whom they're loyal
In a whole 'nother land by the name of Iran
The people got wise and took a stand
To the oil companies, ay ain't shit funny？
This is our oil, our land, our money
CIA got mad and sent false info
To Iraq to help start the Iran-Iraq wo'
Pronounced war if I have to be proper
The CIA is the cops that's why I hate the coppers
Saddam Hussein was their man out there
They told him to rule while keepin' people scared
Sayin' any opposition to him, he must crush it
He gassed the Kurds, they gave him his budget
Said you gotta kick ass to protect our cash
Step out of line and feel our wrath
You know the time without lookin' at the little hand
Time came for them to cut out the middle man
Children maimed with no legs and shit
'Cause the 'Bomb's over' you know the OutKast hit
And they really want you to hate him dead
When just the other day they made him head
War ain't about one land against the next
It's po' people dyin' so the rich cash checks
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
Bush and Hussein together in bed
Giving H E A D head
Y'all motherfuckers heard what we said
Billions made and millions dead
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
Work it out, set it up
12.Bullets And Love (Introduction)
Lyricist：Boots Riley
I'm a walkin' contradiction like bullets and love mixin'
Slur my words with perfect diction, I'm guilty of my convictions
Complicated compositions punctuated propositions
It's tenacious two-step, audio with ambition
Make you rev your transmission in the intersection twistin'
When the Henny hits the ground, sidewalks will be christened
I'm so nervous and sweaty, that this gat might slip out my hand
A homeless dude need a tip in his can
He put his bid in this man, now it's just bitterness man
We need to better this plan, I'm not just spittin' at fam
When I'm runnin' from the police I don't have to rush
I'm so dope I just jump in the toilet and flush
We cut it boil it and hush, 'luminum foil it and such
Tryin' to catch the few bucks them big boys didn't clutch
We use a tweezers for crutch, when we done burned down the dutch
But when they 'Starsky ＆ Hutch', we just shit out of luck
Ay, obviously what we've been doin' so far ain't workin'
Get your hustle right, learn the game tight
Ain't no spectatin', you up in this fight
And uh, you know, pick a bigger weapon
13.Laugh／Love／F---
Lyricist：Raymond Lawrence Riley
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And maybe make a revolution
Now, this thing, fin to end in fisticuffs
But if you gots to go 'head, twist it up
That's yo' job, fin make you piss in cups
Make you have to hustle rent with your pistols up
Now, if Uncle Sam promisin' his murder gang
We goin' to rise out this ash like that bird of flame
Hopin' you take action from the word I bring
But if the police ask, you never heard my name
Five years old, eyelids half-mast
Bedtime is 8 pm, it's half past
Try to take me to bed, I make the mad dash
Scared in my sleep, I miss what had passed
Quarter century later, I'm still not sleepin'
If I'm not involved, I feel I ain't breathin'
If I can't change the world, I ain't leavin' baby
That's the same reason you should call me this evening
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And maybe make a revolution
I fin to take shots that make a mark
Not just take shots of Maker's Mark
That's how they make us marks
We gotta try see the whole system break apart
We fin to drive to the lake and park before we start
Here's a club smelling like sweat, rum and perfume
She lettin' out whoops 'cause they playin' her tune
If we could, we would stay here 'til it turned noon
'Til the sky, we resist and resume
It's millennium three, we collared and cuffed
It's a world conversation, I'm hollarin' stuff
Like we done wallowed in muck, and squalorin' up
Who's the culprit？ Follow the buck, I'm just followin' up
'Cause like me, you gots to be in the middle of it
Unravellin' the riddle of it and to do that
You goin' to ride on the powers that be
Well, I fin to ride with you, take me home in your little
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And maybe make a revolution, that's right
We can't just talk about it, get all up in it now
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And maybe make a revolution, that's right
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor, that's right
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor, that's right
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor, that's right
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor, that's right
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help make a revolution
I'm here to laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And help the damn revolution come quicker
Laugh, love, fuck and drink liquor
And maybe make a revolution
14.Ass-Breath Killers
Lyricist：M Aaberg, Boots Riley
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
Some confuse ass-breath for strong halitosis
It's been hundreds of years since the first diagnosis
By the African doctor, Mawangi Misoi
Known in the states as Mr. Thomas' boy
He found that preventing this affliction was lost
With the mention of the phrase, 'Um, yes sir, boss'
When that phrase was uttered many stomachs would wrench
Some jumped in the Atlantic to escape the stench
He know that ass-breath came from kissin' ass a lot
To be the boss's knight-in-armor like Lancelot
Doctor Misoi, years later, before he was hanged
Developed pills with the taste of lemon merengue
Made from ground gunpowder of Haitian slaves
And swept from Seminoles who just wouldn't behave
He tested first on young Nat from the Turner plantation
Then sent a batch off to the French speakin' nation
It should also be noted, a bottle of it was found
In the clenched dead hand of the white John Brown
Every time it went 'round new people would find it
They would take their essence, put it in and grind it
In Russia, Africa, Asia too
Mao Tse-Tung made the flavors new
In Cuba, the people make new shipments
Of this pill that is on the FDA shit list
That is not recommended to take befo' dinner
When supervisin' Presidents and such type sinners
Take this pill and say what you wish you said
It hardens backbones, they might wish you dead
And it's not to be confused with courage juice
Which we drank in chains and we still ain't loose
These pills really should be taken in groups
'Cause ass-breath motherfuckers move with troops
MLK took half a pill, procrastinatin'
Once he took a whole pill, they assassinate him
Take ass-breath killers, to really get down
Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found
When it's time to speak up and you can't make a sound
Take the pills that'll make you kick the king in his crown
Take ass-breath killers, to really get down
Wherever rocks, fire, and struggle are found
Dr. Misoi's ass-breath killers
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
You've got ass-breath
The makers of Dr. Misoi's ass-breath killers
Are not responsible for corporate losses
Or topplin's of local regimes and or governments
So you done took the pill, is it workin' yet？
Nah, man is yours workin' yet？
I think mine is about to start workin' now, there it goes
Hey, what are you guys supposed to be doin'？
Well, I'm, I'm suppo, I'm suppo, check it out
15.BabyLet'sHaveABabyBeforeBushDoSomethin'Crazy
Lyricist：Boots Riley, Dwayne Wiggins
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do somethin' crazy
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't really wanna fuss and fight
Baby, we might have numbered nights
We might never get our money right
We could take off this patch tonight
Bombs goin' off everywhere
The police got me runnin' scared
But I still got love to share
Plus you know I stopped smokin' squares
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do somethin' crazy
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't really wanna fuss and fight
Baby, we might have numbered nights
We might never get our money right
We could take off this patch tonight
Bombs goin' off everywhere
The police got us runnin' scared
But I still got some love to share
Plus I just stopped smokin' squares
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do somethin' crazy
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
I don't really wanna fuss and fight
Baby, we might have numbered nights
We might never get our money right
We could take off this patch tonight
Bombs goin' off everywhere
The police got me runnin' scared
But I still got some love to share
Plus I just stopped smokin' squares
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do somethin' crazy
Baby, let's have a baby
Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy
I don't want the world to blow
Before we get a chance to let our love grow
16.I Love Boosters!
Lyricist：Boots Riley
I love them boosters, they love them boosters
You should love them too, even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya like a whole outfit or shoe
I love them boosters, they love them boosters
You should love them too, even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya like a whole outfit or shoe
A booster is a person who jacks from the retail
And sells it in the hood for dirt cheap resale
In these hard times and press on like Lee Nails
In all of my experience, sex has been a female
Back in elementary, my shoes used to rap
Every time my soles would hit the street they would flap
Then in high school Langston Anderson would cap
'Cause my jacket didn't have a brand name on the back
Years later, this lady took me to her apartment
It looked like the Macy's sportswear department
Clothes on the chairs, on the couch and the carpet
A twenty had me icy like leasing in the Arctic
If it wasn't for the hard work of a booster
Most couldn't go to the clubs that we're used to
If you won't get the dress cold, they'll boot ya
Like people who did dress up won't shoot ya
For some of y'all folks, this stuff might phase ya
This ain't the way the society raised ya
But most of it was made by children in Asia
The stores make money off of very low wages
The next time you see two women running out the Gap
With arms full of clothes still strapped to the rack
Once they jump in the car, hit the gas and scat
If you have to say something, just stand and clap
I love them boosters, they love them boosters
You should love them too, even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya like a whole outfit or shoe
This goes to all them hard working women
Who risk jail-time just to make them a living
We know there'd probably be no one in prison
If rights to food, clothes, and shelter were given
Plus they be giving me dress so fresh
Even when my wallet yells 'SOS'
In a cheaper Sunday suit, you feel a little more blessed
So until the revolution that I profess
My shirt is from Stacey, my pants are from Rhonda
My shoes came out the trunk of a baby blue Honda
My wardrobe's in luck if something falls off a truck
If you're looking for some leather, then go see Yolanda
I'm on the red carpet and they ask who designed this
I'm gonna give a shout out to Bay Area's finest
All on our own, we survive this with slyness
But when we come together, all our fashion is flyness
I love them boosters, they love them boosters
You should love them too, even if they don't know ya
They'll get it for ya like a whole outfit or shoe
17.We Are The Ones
Lyricist：Boots Riley
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
Once upon a time when crack was gold
And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold
My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed
I hated police and my teachers were beasts
My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
The one university, I knew the deal
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
Now philosophically you'd be opposed
To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose
But economically I would propose
That you go eat a dick as employment froze
And I felt like an abandoned child
Left to fend for myself in the wild
While every courtroom, judge and gavel
Were there to bury me under the gravel
Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
Observe, you'll find without fail
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
In later years I lost some peers
Who mixed burners with Belvedere
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers
The world was cold yet hell was near
So I seek for a kilo
And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
A street C.E.O.
There was all of this hell well and not one hero
The intensity was fortified
As I clenched five digits on the forty-five
Barely down at the retail store, I would detail more
But I don't wish this action to be glorified
There was a plan I was eager to listen
To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Having to wipe off canine fecal emission
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
It's an equal division and then we go to prison
Which is a little decision
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And my kids would have meat in the kitchen
And complete ammunition
It's a given once the people are driven that
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us
Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust
Appears unstable and under the table
We like free speech but we love free cable
We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
We have no excuses just great alibis
And poker faces you can't analyze
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries
With blood on their hands, they can't sanitize
We're the have-nots but we're also the gon'-gets
Not just talkin' 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth
Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
We, we came to fight
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
Get your work up, get your work up
18.My Favorite Mutiny
Lyricist：Talib Kweli, Boots Riley, Terik Trotter
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)
19.ShoYoAss
Lyricist：Boots Riley
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin' out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin' out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now this is mo' mean than fo' fiends with glocks unloading
Scrappin' for a bag of gold rings and codeine
Whole life savings hid under the molding
Mama said, 'Knock them out' and I'm quoting
You're voting which you're hoping
Will stop the guns from smoking
Is someone fucking joking？
They're bonkers in sheep's clothing
I know places where the kids keep crooking
Lacking the essential vitamins and protein
Hustlin' and hyphy are eloping
I'm the best man bustin' shots and toasting
Sippin' Grey Goose get clipped off the bird
Come Sunday mornin' get tripped off the word
TV and them preachers got pimp talkin' verbs
Settin' us up to get ripped off and stirred
You flipped all them birds so your funds act right
Here come the drought whole thang's half price
My high school career counselor's advice
'Lil' niggaz act nice for your beans and rice'
I got some fight, baby, take it to the head
I gives a fuck if it's permed or in dreads
Never snitch to the locals or the feds
See they tryna break us off so they don't have to break bread
'Cause Uncle Same ain't the baker, he's the butcher
We all on punk'd with no Ashton Kutcher
Where ballin' no broke, cutthroats kaput ya
Ain't never took dope but them dopes done took ya
Stop flyin' ol' glory man, cut it down
If your job ain't payin' right, shut it down
If your cat got 18's, let it pound
And if we ever gon' do it let's do it now, see
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
You're in a system where they flirt with disaster
Tongue kiss death, have mass murder orgies till there's no one
left
They're finger-fuckin' Lady Liberty under her dress
And since I didn't say this under my breath
I might be under arrest, now lemme introduce
My slave name's Ray Riley, you can call me Boots
'Cause we gon' boot 'em outta power then spread the loot
We need to drive that freedom train, not ride caboose
And you can tell by the way I walk my walk
That there's a coroner behind me holdin' chalk
'Cause he works for the county wh' off your plate
We ain't one dimensional, max-detentional
Lookin' for the liquor store, what them hubbas hittin' fo'？
We raised by the street light, praised for the street fight
Days we ain't eat right, hazed to complete life
Had to make homes outta muck and dirt
Just to get dinner take luck and work
They don't need my rights, they induct a curse
So you're cordially invited to go buck berserk and um
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen
The black is heated, baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
It's introduction of a new breed of leaders
Stand up, organize
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
The black is heated, baby
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright
20.Mindfuck
Lyricist：Boots Riley
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in
cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
The fog rolls in like the thickest cream
Nightfall comes and the crickets scream
Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes
Cement lies and white picket dreams
The pain on his face is glistening
No one's eyes are listening
Till his 44 starts whistling
Hairs on the necks, bristling
You can holla so loud till the silence comes
Ask that hustler with the Midas tongue
He was born after you but not quite as young
Waitin' for the day when the fighters come
She said, 'Seem like traffic light's always red'
'Your application's on file', is all they said
She wish the great leaders weren't always dead
She could resurrect 'em inside of her instead
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in
cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion
Not the FBI home invasions
Nor the cross on his lawn, emblazoned
The predictable fights didn't phase him
Bullhorns off, holidays given
House notes, nine to five prison
He yells at the news, sayin', 'There'd be a movement
If the new generation was a little more driven'
One mind, two hands, four walls
She says Babylon's gon' fall
She'll tell you the signs since everybody's dumb
She'll be home waitin' for the Messiah's phone call
There was pride in the fact that the blunt was massive
Tight like the ships in the middle passage
They escaped through the flames
Then wondered if the flame in their soul, if the smoke had
smashed it
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in
cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Day breaks in like a fiend with a ladder
Suicidal dew drops splatter
Teeth on, shirtless bodies chatter
A blowjob short of a breakfast platter
Crowded rooms of lonely souls
At work before the whistle blows
They've never known their strength in numbers
So power seems so mystical
They're waiting for that perfect day
When they've paid all their bills
Their kids are grown, they graduate
And guerrillas come out the hills
And for her, it gets too much
Till she won't accept my touch
She'll fix it by herself
She's fallen into their mindfuck
They're givin' us a mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in
cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
Mindfuck, they ain't got to put our hands in cuffs
They can tell us, stay put, and that's enough
We bust, they feel the earth vibratin'
It ain't an earthquake, we just need a new equation
21.Get That Monkey Off Your Back
Lyricist：Boots Riley
I'm supposed to be draggin' my foot
Out your motherfuckin' ass
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey, get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey, get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back, boy
Get that monkey off your back, girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back, boy
Get that monkey off your back, girl
Get that monkey off your back
You know it ain't for us
You know they thank we dangerous
Even with no thangs to bust
They wanna keep puttin' chains to us
That's why I constantly sang and cuss
And when I bring it, it's a gang of fuss
They tryin' to send us out to bang for bucks
They must be off of that Angeldust, so check it out
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey, get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey, get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back, boy
Get that monkey off your back, girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back, boy
Get that monkey off your back, girl
Get that monkey off your back
I'm an instigator
Mashin' out or in the scraper
And you can listen at me now or later
But stop givin' them pimps your paper
Used to be caught up in them capers
Havin' to hustle, rustle up my status
They beat my yellow ass purple like the Lakers
More like the Clippers 'cause they tryin' to fade us, now holla
wit me
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey, get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey, get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back, boy
Get that monkey off your back, girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back, boy
Get that monkey off your back, girl
Get that monkey off your back
Aight we finally gots new momentum
Let's fill the fridge up in the kitchen
It's lotsa pots for cookin' D-boy chicken
But we still ain't got one to piss in
They say I'm always fittin' the description
Of sellin' unprescribed prescriptions
But it's them with the green addiction
Think we gon' have to shake 'em off and keep dippin', so sing
along
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey, get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey, get that monkey
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back, boy
Get that monkey off your back, girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get that monkey off your back, boy
Get that monkey off your back, girl
Get that monkey off your back
Get your foot off my neck
Get your foot off my neck
Get your foot off my neck
Get your foot off my neck
22.Swervin
Lyricist：Raymond Lawrence Riley
Now another FBI monitor with no feedback
See me on the street, ask me where the weed at
Or the coke, 'I don't sell', I yell, they don't believe that
Set me up for running, breathin' like a Sleestak
Run into a car and almost bent my knee back
'S better than the sale where my lawyers fee stack
Run into a liquor store, they ask what you do
Wearin' boo boo, I'm with my man M'duku
The fact don't come through, I said merci beaucoup
If they ask you was I runnin', tell them bastards I flew
Made it to the hood, palace to catch a few flicks
Police did a raid, terrorizin' crew shit
Bustin' dope eatin' mommas while they makin' cool whip
Face down, gettin' dirt on my back to school fit
My neighbor next to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you goin' see the view flip
Kick our boot up they ass, ask 'em if the shoe fit
'Til then they wanna see us pushing up tulips
Press my nuts so much, shit, I think I'm sterile
Got up, brush the gravel off my appeal
This girl, Sheryl got parole violation
Said she was high 'cause of pupil dilation
If you never been to jail now since infinity
You'll get searched livin' in this vicinity
Or harassed, beat the shit, I mean the living daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin' if McDonald's paid right
The ruling class ships dope to you and me
And don't get arrested, is this lunacy？
Or is it diplomatic immunity？
Is it a war on drugs, or just my community？
Now who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in the car and it starts to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in the car and it starts to swerve
I got a communist plot to get the federalizes out
So many cops'd run in flock it's been away
Tupac, you got a flake and two rocks and two Gs in the shoe box
'Cause was it after two knocks, you hurdled fences in your socks
This is full a junta, keep it caliente
Let's send the president on a one-way
Trip to Kaiser permanent not a teacher, but a sensei
These rhymes are for battle, plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust a donut up in front of Winchell's
Make this police state officials
'Cause they talk differential, now it's essential
These rhymes ain't provincial
Coroners call our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck eatin' lentils with no utensil
That type a shit motivated my pencil
It ain't mental, it's material
Police are the fists of the imperial
I'm spittin' through your stereo
Babies need cereal folks, need currency
My job got a crowd wavin' applications fervently
Some'd get accepted, most'd get rejected
Guess they goin' have to hustle 'til the new prison get erected
And now they sully unemployment street
They be microchips for two dollars a week
And they'll be packin' us in there in droves and fleets
And Channel Two goin' call it cleanin' up the street
Now who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in the car and it starts to swerve
Who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in the car and it starts to swerve
Now who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in the car and it starts to swerve
23.Tiffany Hall
Tiffany Hall
It appears we didn't know you at all
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
With this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
It appears we didn't know you at all
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
With this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
You was all smiles and no games
Teeth white as cocaine
Dark skin, knew about the struggle and the dope game
Quick to spark a convo into flames like propane
Filled the air and I was thrilled you cared
In summer, bridged hiding from the tutors
Bumping gums about the future
You said that one day we'd be ruled by computers
I said, 'It's like that now 'cause we all machines'
And you replied, 'But I'm a robot with dreams'
Which I thought was clean
And all the fellas used to talk about ya
How you had a joyful aura and a walk about ya
Necessitated by a beautiful backside
We thought you was fine
And we didn't let the facts hide
Nevertheless we would call you 'Waddle Waddle'
Somebody shoulda slapped us with an old hot water bottle
Could called you 'Talky Talky' or nothing at all
I was crushed when I got the call
Tiffany Hall
It appears we didn't know you at all
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
With this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
It appears we didn't know you at all
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
With this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
You had warmth and sincerity, a heart with no barriers
A laugh that made slightly funny turn hilarious
While everybody else mouthed off about answers
You get up and started working with some ex-Black Panthers
Leading campaigns and writing in they newspaper
You always seemed happy, an idea that I would lose later
We would see each other saying stay in touch
But I was just like you, always busy, in a rush
Told yo' mama I was writing this, she said it was blessing
I'm just chanting your name out loud and confessing
That maybe I was part of your demise
You went and got liposuction on your ass and thighs
Came straight home as you bled that evening
Bloodclots from the operation stopped you from breathing
Your shape was great if I may say so, way before J-Lo
Whoever told you it wasn't, had horns not a halo
Or is it just that your behind was up to discuss？
'Cause as a man, mine ain't talked about much
Dear Tiff, I wish the world wasn't missing ya vision
Sincerely, one mo' robot with a dream and a vision
Tiffany Hall
It appears we didn't know you at all
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
With this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
It appears we didn't know you at all
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
With this song I write your name on the wall
Tiffany Hall
Hey Tiffany, we love you
Hey Tiffany, we love you
Hey Tiffany, we love you
Hey Tiffany, we love you
Hey Tiffany, we love you
Hey Tiffany, we love you
Hey Tiffany, we love you
Hey Tiffany, we love you
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