Funk Lyrics - The Coup

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, hmm, time to get a gat 

So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat 

Momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap 

Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole block 

And what not, about, how men are spottin he said 

"This little homey gets bread like flossin 

You ain't Steve Austin, Elmo got paws in Boots 

Maybe you should move to Boston" 

But you get lost when you play like a punk 

Pile on the Right Guard I got SERIOUS funk 

"I'm trying, not to lose..." 

"I'm trying, not to lose my head..." 

"I plan to tell you what it is later" 

Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like this 

Catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this 

Rip 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 

Cause 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... 

"I'm trying, not to lose..." 

"I'm trying, not to lose my head..." 

"That's Elmo, get that fool" "Yeah get that fool" 

"Ay, I'm Boots, I ain't Elmo -- I'm Boots from The Coup!!" 

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, three six and 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 Victoria 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 want to pop the trunk we got serious funk 

"I'm trying, not to lose..." 

"I'm trying, not to lose my head..." 

Aight, back it up 

I want to say whassup to the brothers and sisters that really got my back 

When the funk be on 

Of course it goes without saying, that E-Roc and DJO from The Coup 

Got my back at all times and at all costs 

Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Point Blank 

J-Post and Stone of the Outcasts 

Osajih Po from the Tenth Planets 

Chuck Da Pharaoh got my back 

Evo got my back, Rose got my back 

Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective 

Got my back cause I got theirs 

The funk is on, and African Identity is there 

The funk is on and Midnight Voices is there 

The funk is on and T-More and Twin from Elements of Change are there 

And I'm there for Cindy, I'm there for 3rd Rail 

I'm there for Aztlan Nation 

I got your back Leftside Sim 

I got your back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy cause you got mine 

All y'all got my back, Neckbone got my back with the sax 

Problem Child got my back with the piano 

Aiy y'all let's fade out, but before we fade 

I want to say rest in peace to Plan B, we out