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The Coup - The Shipment lyrics
Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X) It ain't Indonesia, China White Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight Take my shit we gon' have to fight I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin' right [Boots] I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes Like cleats wit' spikes I clings to my turf tight Get, low like a Smurf might earth is my birthright You salivate at the sound of the bell I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell when I'm shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot I'm yellin', "Gimme all the loot!" Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute Chillin' in a house of ill repute But is you wearin' canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits? Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin' Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducive Jailtime producin', silly Lilliputians! This Gulliver, come equipped with a fo'-fo' and twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do' Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render And we don't give a fuck if we missin a fender Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted Come and get some, if you ain't got it Chorus [Boots] Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating! I accuse you of NIGGA-hating! And exploitating for PROFIT making.. don't cop a plea cause I'm B-double-O-T, from the C-O-U the P I feel my epedermis at it's firmest just befo' a skirmish If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos Aspired to be famous, puttin fire in their anus Made the rulin' class hate us more than child sup-port payments to Rosemary's Baby, shick-a-shick-shady!! Pissin' in your gumbo and they tell you, "It's all gravy!" See you can't trust a big grip and a smile And I slang rocks - but Palestinian style Now there's a rumble in the jungle never mumble though I humble Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble Who's pimpin', your bundle? I'm _Fly_ like, Seth Brundle If you're snitchin' to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make And what the boss take is keepin' us from livin' great If this ain't straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate Don't get frustrated, discombobulated Don't stand and debate it, get a mob and take it! Til then it's food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smellin' couches Overturned garbage cans wit' no Oscar the Grouches Makin' money sellin plastic pouches As Mystikal would say, "My flo' is covered wit' roaches!" Absotively, posolutely, can't do without it The Shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it! Chorus [Bridge] Systematic playa-hation Green paper complications Got my ass an education Can I get an application?? [Boots] Pam the Funkstress * Pam cuts n scratches Prince: "Thank you for a funky time.." * [Boots] It's kinda funky.. Mat Machine-Gun Kelly |
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