D: Yes, I would like to speak to Boots from the rap group The Coop.
 B: It's The Coup, and this is Boots. Speak
 D: Well my name is Dick Doolittle and I'm a reporter from Grime
 magazine
 and we would like to comment on the tragic riots--
 B: Not a riot, it's a rebellion
 D: Well the tragic rebellion?
 B: Man, tragic for who?
 D: Well there's havoc in the streets, the police have lost control
 over the
 people, criminals are running free from jail, and people are actually
 taking property from big businesses, it's full of complete chaos
 B: That's not chaos, that's progress
 D: Mm-hmm, OK, is that your comment?
 B: No, this is it
 [Boots]
 Check it out, it's the motherfucking C-O-U
 To the P now you're fucking with the real dudes
 Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
 Getting drunk off liberation fuck the Hennessey
 Cause you calmly kept us down for far too long
 Now you're going up in smoke like Cheech and Chong
 And the song "I Ain't the Nigga" is the Constitution
 Niggers die but Africans make revolution
 So what happens when a people do not get their dues
 Well it's tried there's a riot so flip on the news
 And let's go reach the 98th here in Oaktown
 But let's just say for story's sake that it's in your town
 A hundred brothers taking factories, Warren's law is gutters
 And now they're handing out free chicken and free peanut butter
 Free food to the people, how it should be
 But now let's go a few blocks over to 7-3
 Channel 2 says at the mall twelve cops got shot
 Cause there's eight hundred sisters taking over Eastmont
 With nines and AK's doing the right think like Spike Lee
 And now their babies got free Pampers and free Nikes
 Up at the schoolhouse they said motherfuck a hall pass
 Until you teach the truth, check it we ain't going to class
 You're teaching lies, we got wise, now we realize
 There's no end to this road, you disguised the prize
 So peep game for real mental penetration
 Our education's liberation
 Things ain't gon' never be the same x2
 At 6-9 there's a rally and it's swinging
 Through the crowd with a thousand voices singing
 Once upon a time in the projects, yo
 Motherfuckers took over, and now we running the show
 We don't give a damn about section eight though
 For what we really need we're gonna have to take mo'
 The same thing was heard in the A courts
 In Kendall Village, across the bay in Fillmore
 And in the hills where all the rich folks live
 They're in shock we're not failing to vote and build
 Instead of brothers on stage singing "Do me"
 A black man has a gauge singing "Do this, see?"
 All of a sudden everybody is out of jail
 But it's funny cause no one is out on bail
 And somebody shoved some police against the wall
 I guess today they should've worn their clean drawers
 Cause an ambulance came, that's the reality
 There's now a new meaning to police brutality
 All we need is satisfaction
 We don't want just a fraction
 And we've come to
 A conclusion
 Revolution is the solution
 Check it
 Now the uzi's that were once used to kill each other
 Are now used to serve and protect the brothers
 And the sisters cause they're packing .45's and nines
 We're down for revolution not just down for their behinds
 Cause the word is heard across the bay and in L.A.
 In New York, NY, Chicago, and Atlanta, G-A
 We gives a fuck if you've got money and the millions
 Cause motherfucker we've got posse in the billions
 So break yourself Bush, it's collection day
 Break yourself Trump, it's collection day
 Break yourself DuPont, it's collection day
 You stole the shit from my great granddaddy anyway
 The liquor stores around, but they're not selling beer or ale
 Motherfuckers selling Molotov cocktails
 To the crew, so light up a brew
 And this is what is meant by a god damned coup
 DJ O on the cut y'all
 Ah yes, K-Mack's on the strings y'all