The Coup

[Ring] B: Hello D: Yes, I would like to speak to Boots from the rap group The Coop B: It's The Coup, and this is Boots. Speak D: Well my name is Dick Doolittle and I'm a reporter from Grime magazine And we would like to comment on the tragic riots-- B: Not a riot, it's a rebellion D: Well the tragic rebellion? B: Man, tragic for who? D: 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 big businesses, it's full of complete chaos B: That's not chaos, that's progress D: Mm-hmm, OK, is that your comment? B: No, this is it [CLICK] [Boots] Check it out, it's the motherfucking C-O-U To the P now you're fucking with the real dudes Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street Getting drunk off liberation fuck the Hennessey Cause you calmly kept us down for far too long Now you're going up in smoke like Cheech and Chong And the song "I Ain't the Nigga" is the Constitution Niggers die but Africans make revolution So what happens when a people do not get their dues Well it's tried 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 taking factories, Warren's law is gutters And now they're handing 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 7-3 Channel 2 says at the mall twelve cops got shot Cause there's eight hundred sisters taking over Eastmont With nines and AK's doing the right think like Spike Lee And now their babies got free Pampers and free Nikes Up at the schoolhouse they said motherfuck a hall pass Until you teach the truth, check it we ain't going to class You're teaching lies, we got wise, now we realize There's no end to this road, you disguised the prize So peep game for real mental penetration Our education's liberation Things ain't gon' never be the same x2 At 6-9 there's a rally and it's swinging Through the crowd with a thousand voices singing Once upon a time in the projects, yo Motherfuckers took over, and now we running the show We don't give a damn about section eight though For what we really need we're gonna have to take mo' The same thing was heard in the A courts In Kendall Village, across the bay in Fillmore And in the hills where all the rich folks live They're in shock we're not failing to vote and build Instead of brothers on stage singing "Do me" A black man has a gauge singing "Do this, see?" All of a sudden everybody is out of jail But it's funny cause no one is out on bail And somebody shoved some police against the wall I guess today they should've worn their clean drawers Cause an ambulance came, that's the reality There's now a new meaning to police brutality All we need is satisfaction We don't want just a fraction And we've come to A conclusion Revolution is the solution Check it Now the uzi's that were once used to kill each other Are now used to serve and protect the brothers And the sisters cause they're packing .45's and nines We're down for revolution not just down for their behinds Cause the word is heard across the bay and in L.A In New York, NY, Chicago, and Atlanta, G-A We gives a fuck if you've got money and the millions Cause motherfucker we've got posse in the billions So break yourself Bush, it's collection day Break yourself Trump, it's collection day Break yourself DuPont, it's collection day You stole the shit from my great granddaddy anyway The liquor stores around, but they're not selling beer or ale Motherfuckers selling Molotov cocktails To the crew, so light up a brew And this is what is meant by a god damned coup DJ O on the cut y'all Ah yes, K-Mack's on the strings y'all