The Coup Feat. Black Thought & Talib Kweli - My Favourite Mutiny | Текст песни

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-Black Thought-
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Move, if you got the nerve
Lash out for your just desserts
It's not just the words
Some of y'all heads up in the clouds
I'm a bring y'all back to earth
It's black back to birth
Bullshit y'all talking bout
Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned
Cause y'all got to learn
It's your turn like Detroit Red
When his head had an ultra perm
The long walk to burn your bare heels
So worn were 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 them out into the world, go to war on a flute
Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot
Now I'm comin at ya next, sick of hearing something wrong with me
Motherfucker something's wrong with you
When you see they 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 Charlton Heston
Man yeah it gets low here real low
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

[Chorus]
I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do? (it's my favorite mutiny)
I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute (it's my favorite mutiny)

-Boots Riley-
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
Now get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10
They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den
Steadily subtracting seeds and stems
Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm
I weed my brain off 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'll freeze my pen
I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you
Never let they punk ass ever defeat you
They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see-thru
All y'alls' gold mines they wanna deplete you
I ain't just fine to rap on the track, I'm fine to clappin them back
And it's been stackin' to that
Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'Lac
Before they told Rosa black in the back
Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in a sack
Before Gil Scott traded rappin for smack
This beat alone should get platinum plaques
I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap
'Cause if we bappin' them back we automatically stacked

[Chorus]

-Talib Kweli-

[unknown line] like Truman C
Tariq, Boots and me
Activating the community
Up in the bay like Huey P
[unknown line]
But the beast got it twisted, I'll untangle it
Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with
This my favorite shit, I came in the game with a new way to spit
That got you questioning who you bangin' with
Take it back to Imhotep
Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect
Killer flow for all my real niggaz lap it up
Inform the family of the jiggaboo(?) that there's been a death
Once again you can feel hip-hop
The underground still about my glock
Gangsta like fuck the cops
Tell 'em Kweli a revolutionary mc, and that ain't about to stop

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