The Coup

The Coup - The Shipment lyrics

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It ain't Indonesia, China White
 Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight
 Take my shit we gon' have to fight
 I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin' right
 [Boots]
 I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire
 More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes
 Like cleats wit' spikes I clings to my turf tight
 Get, low like a Smurf might earth is my birthright
 You salivate at the sound of the bell
 I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk
 Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell
 when I'm shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail
 When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot I'm yellin', "Gimme all the loot!"
 Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute
 Chillin' in a house of ill repute
 But is you wearin' canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits?
 Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics
 Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick
 Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin'
 Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC
 Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducive
 Jailtime producin', silly Lilliputians!
 This Gulliver, come equipped with a fo'-fo'
 and twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do'
 Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render
 And we don't give a fuck if we missin a fender
 Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender
 Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender
 This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic
 This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic
 Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted
 Come and get some, if you ain't got it
 Chorus
 [Boots]
 Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating!
 I accuse you of NIGGA-hating!
 And exploitating for PROFIT making.. don't cop a plea
 cause I'm B-double-O-T, from the C-O-U the P
 I feel my epedermis at it's firmest just befo' a skirmish
 If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos
 Aspired to be famous, puttin fire in their anus
 Made the rulin' class hate us more than child sup-port payments
 to Rosemary's Baby, shick-a-shick-shady!!
 Pissin' in your gumbo and they tell you, "It's all gravy!"
 See you can't trust a big grip and a smile
 And I slang rocks - but Palestinian style
 Now there's a rumble in the jungle never mumble though I humble
 Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble
 Who's pimpin', your bundle? I'm _Fly_ like, Seth Brundle
 If you're snitchin' to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble
 Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make
 And what the boss take is keepin' us from livin' great
 If this ain't straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate
 You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate
 Don't get frustrated, discombobulated
 Don't stand and debate it, get a mob and take it!
 Til then it's food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smellin' couches
 Overturned garbage cans wit' no Oscar the Grouches
 Makin' money sellin plastic pouches
 As Mystikal would say, "My flo' is covered wit' roaches!"
 Absotively, posolutely, can't do without it
 The Shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it!
 Chorus
 [Bridge]
 Systematic playa-hation
 Green paper complications
 Got my ass an education
 Can I get an application??
 [Boots]
 Pam the Funkstress
 * Pam cuts n scratches Prince: "Thank you for a funky time.." *
 [Boots]
 It's kinda funky..
 Mat Machine-Gun Kelly
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Dogday Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Steal This Album (1998)

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