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
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