U.c.p.a.s. Lyrics - The Coup

[Boots] 

We don't make no damn Mickey Mouse music! 

* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I shot the sherriff" * 

F.T.S. with The Coup, whatchu wanna do? 

F.T.S., Coup 

Chorus: Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X) 

Undas, Cops, Pigs and Shit 

They be gettin on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit 

I need land, a place where no money is spent 

I'll kick back, and live life immaculate (you say) 

[Vexx] 

Exchange data, no contact, no matta 

Eternally, you'll find, information to be, God sent 

The soul, my body's bein spent like some dope shit 

All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean 

See I can't help but talk about the way my people been raped 

Right about now, I'm bout to set some shit straight 

To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors 

who has the made the whole nation backslide, to homicide 

Almost and damn near, genocide 

We all need to check our soul inside 

Have you ever seen a human body landslide? 

How bout some tanks doin a driveby 

or a bomber droppin napalm from way high? 

We long live, but sometimes we got ta die 

The whole world's about to bow man, that ain't no lie 

You betta find yo'self befo' yo'self takes all your time 

[Boots] 

One mo' gen now 

Chorus 

[Clap] 

Bump you.. it got to be.. hot to me.. 

A cop to me.. could burn in hell 

We re-bel.. we don't swell like the pressure 

Tester.. even leave the best of shakin and 

shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold.. delivery 

Deliberately slippery when wet 

You moist yet? You check out 

the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while it's slippin 

The hippity hop, hit you, cause it get you 

so god damn krunk, bang that wild shit; read: 

god damn bump, ransom stylist, thick 

Rich like 69 dollar shit 

Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin 

Sa-vory, fla-vory expedition mission 

Free the land Africa, Africa listen.. 

Listen.. 

[Boots] 

Hah.. bring it back now 

Chorus 

[Boots] 

Can you feel it? I can feel it 

.. 

Now if this party was a class I'd be a teacher 

It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature 

Now if this party was a car I'd be the driver 

I'm rappin third, the mic is smellin like saliva 

The emperor, that motherfucker's .. ass naked 

We'll take you higher than when you had yo' last dank hit 

It's not surprisin that when folks start to uprisin 

there's police on the horizon, they been there all along 

they just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep 

the peace they gotta make the bosses money increase 

You never seen the police break up a strike 

by hittin the BOSS with his baton pipe 

And you ain't never gon' see one 

but when we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh 

Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker 

Much love to my folkers, all aces and jokers 

Chorus 

F.T.S., The Coup 

A-hah