Luyện nghe bài hát U.C.P.A.S.

We don't make no Mickey Mouse music!

* Pam the Funkstress cuts "I the sherriff" *

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

Chorus: Boots, Clap, (repeat 2X)

Undas, Cops, Pigs and
They be on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit
I need land, a place where no money is
I'll kick back, and live life (you say)

Exchange data, no contact, no
Eternally, find, information to be, God sent
The soul, my bein spent like some dope shit
All the way from across the Atlantic
See I can't help but talk the way my people been raped
Right about now, I'm to set some shit straight
To all you late and early consumers, ignore the rumors
who has the made the whole backslide, to homicide
Almost and near, genocide
We all need to check our inside
Have you ever a human body landslide?
How bout some tanks doin a
or a bomber droppin napalm way high?
We live, but sometimes we got ta die
The whole about to bow man, that ain't no lie
You betta find befo' yo'self takes all your time

One mo' gen now

you.. it got to be.. hot to me..
A cop to me.. could burn in
We re-bel.. we don't like the pressure
Tester.. even the best of shakin and
shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold..
Deliberately when wet
You moist You check out
the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while slippin
The hop, hit you, cause it get you
so god krunk, bang that wild shit; read:
god damn bump, ransom stylist,
Rich like 69 shit
Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin,
Sa-vory, expedition mission
Free the land Africa, listen..
Listen..

Hah.. bring it now

Can you feel it? I can it
..
Now if this was a class I'd be a teacher
It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a double
Now if party was a car I'd be the driver
I'm third, the mic is smellin like saliva
The emperor, motherfucker's .. ass naked
We'll you higher than when you had yo' last dank hit
It's not that when folks start to uprisin
there's police on the horizon, they there all along
they just good at they disguisin, the supposed to keep
the they gotta make the bosses money increase
You seen the police break up a strike
by hittin the with his baton pipe
And you never gon' see one
but we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh
from The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker
Much love to my folkers, all and jokers

F.T.S., The