MyFavoriteMutiny

My Favorite Mutiny - The Coup

Move if you got the nerve

Lash out for your just desserts

It's not just the worth

Some of y'all heads up in the clouds

I'ma bring y'all back to earth

It's black back to birth

Bullshit y'all talkin bout

Out ya mouth I'm not concerned

Cause y'all got the nerve

It's y'all turn like Detroit red

When he said he had an ultra perm

The long walk to burn your bare heels

So they worn your boots

The game camouflage like army suits

But I can see it more clear cause I came with the coup in here

Ring the alarm and form the troops

Send em out into the world go to war in a fluke

Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot

Now comin at ya neck sick ya hand something wrong with me

Motherf**ker somethin's wrong with you

When you cheat just way to smart to question

The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion

The governments of the world is shark infested

They heavy on weaponry like Charelton Heston

Man yeah it gets low here uh real low

Know what I'm talkin bout

I ain't rockin with you so what what you goin do

(it's my favorite mutiny)

I ain't rockin with you you're logic does not compute

(it's my favorite mutiny)

Death to the pigs is my basic statement

I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement

Tryin to stay out the pen while we face enslavement

Had a foolproof hustle til they traced the payments

I was grippin my palm around some shitty rum

Tryin to find psalm number 151

To forget what I'm owed as I clutch the commode

Alright put down the bottle and come get the guns

I get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10

They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den

Said at least a track then seeds stems

Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm

I'm get my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns

If we waiting for the time to fight these is thems

Tellin us to relax while they ease it in We gettin greased again

The truth I write is so cold It'd freeze my pen

I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you

Never let they punk a** ever defeat you

They got us on the corner wearin pleather and see through

All y'all's gold mines they wanna deplete you

I ain't just fin to rap on the track I fin to clap on the back

And it's been stackin to that

Been a hundred years before iceberg ever lean back in the lac

Before they told Rosa black in the back

Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack

And Gil-Scott tradin rappin for smack

This beat alone should get platinum plaques

I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrack

Cause if we bappin em back we automatically stack