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We don't no damn Mickey Mouse music!

* Pam the cuts "I shot the sherriff" *

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

Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X)

Undas, Cops, and Shit
They be gettin on my nerves I'm to have a fit
I need land, a place no money is spent
kick back, and live life immaculate (you say)

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

One mo' gen now

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

Hah.. it back now

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

F.T.S., The