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U.C.P.A.S.
The Coup
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We don't make no damn Mickey Mouse music
FTS, the crew
What you wanna do?
FTS, the crew
Underground, pig shit
They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I kick back and live life immaculate
You say underground, pig shit
They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I kick back and live life immaculate
Exchange data, no contact, no matter
Eternally you'll find information to be God sent
The soul, my body's being 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
But about now, I'm 'bout to set some shit straight
To all you late bloomers and early consumers
Ignore the rumors who has made the whole nation backslide
To homicide, almost a damn near genocide
We all need to check our soul inside
Have you ever seen a human body landslide?
How 'bout some tanks doing a drive-by?
Or Obama dropping napalm from way high?
We don't live but sometimes we got to die
The whole world's about to bow, man that ain't no lie
You better find yourself before yourself take all your time
One more time now
Underground, pig shit
They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I kick back and live life immaculate
You say underground, pig shit
They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I kick back and live life immaculate
It got to be hot to me, a cop to me
Could burn to hell, rebel
They don't swell like the pressure, pester
Even leave you messed up, shaking that shit for free
Ooh, icy cold to live for free
Deliver the slippin' when wet, the boy's death
Check out the hot pivot
It got you flipping while it's slipping
They hit me, the cops hit you
'Cause it get you so goddamn pumped
Bang that wild shit, we goddamn from
Rap so stylish, sick
Witch like 59 dollar shit
Hit you like the Spice Girls
Finger licking, kicking
Savory, flary, exhibition
Use the land, Africa, Africa listen
Listen, uh, bring it back now
Underground, pig shit
They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I kick back and live life immaculate
You say underground, pig shit
They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I kick back and live life immaculate
Do you feel it?
I can feel it
Now if this party was a class, I'd be the teacher
It's FTS and the crew, a double feature
Now if this party was a car, I'd be the driver
I'm rapping third, the mic is smelling like saliva
The emperor of that motherfucker's ass naked
What's that you hiding when you had your last banking?
It's not surprising how from both those who are rising
It's police on the horizon
They been there all along, make you sure that they disguising
The po-po's supposed to keep the peace
They gotta make the most money increase
You never seen a police break the strike
By hitting the balls with his retirement pipe
And you ain't never gon' see one
But when we take over it's gon' be pumping like rerun
Huh, boots from the cool like the dark like a coke
Much love to my focus on aces and jokes
Underground, pig shit
They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I kick back and live life immaculate
You say underground, pig shit
They be getting on my nerves, I'm 'bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is spent
I kick back and live life immaculate
FTS, the crew
Haha
One, two
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