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The Coup

Genres: Hip-Hop

Gunsmoke Lyrics - The Coup

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

 

I be having homicide running through my mind 

Don't know what's up with me 

Shit fuck with me all the time 

Eating at my spine 

A motherfucka in my prime 

How you gonna get yours 

When you're too busy getting mine 

 

Now who is this murderous criminal 

Coming through 

If you think it's E-Roc the subliminals 

Is working on you 

There's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge 

Can't go straight or budge 

I got a bloody grudge 

 

Dead bodies lying all around me 

But the real murderers ain't never got no bounty 

County coroners be spittin' out statistics 

With this ass if you think the 

Blast is coming from my residential district 

 

There's something that I think you should know 

It's the motherfucking Coup we from the eastside "O" 

Peep my flow, creep by slow 

See all my folks is broke 

Survivors for the crushes of the low 

Take a whiff and smell the gunsmoke 

 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

 

I'm getting white hairs 

From the nightmares every night 

'Cause somebody's got a contract 

On my life 

I'm in a gang that's in an all out war 

They jump me in when 

They knife my umbilical cord 

So it begins with a slap on the ass 

Now you in the working class trick 

You here so fast we already made your casket 

Wallet gots one buck 

So the phrase gun suck 

Gets hella tired 

Cats ain't the only motherfuckas getting fried 

 

Skeletons deep down in the ocean 

'Cause them slave ships had that three stop motion 

Face down, floating on the Mississippi river 

Burning crosses and motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga 

It all started when we start producing scratch 

Some of my homies got no legs attached 

Without no food up in the fridge 

You ain't gon' never have peace 

'Cause with a trigger 

You can finger fuck without no grease 

 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

 

I said fuck the whole judge and the jury 

My mind got delirious 

My eyes got blurry 

Had my uncle strapped to the chair 

Hands ox-tied 

Breathing in gas 

Breathing out carbon monoxide 

Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel 

'Cause ain't no billionaires on the murder trial 

Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile 

So march your ass to the gas chambers single file 

Who's the biggest problem that they show on the TV? 

More peoples die of starvation and TB 

See me with an angry face and a beanie 

'Cause my relationship with Uncle Sam is steamy 

Its what I've been through 

I'm like Cinque 

What I got you got to get it put it in you 

The ruling class was cut throat since fresh off the boat 

Show 'em we ain't no joke 

Let them choke off the gunsmoke 

 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

Smell the gunsmoke 

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