I used to kick it with a brother named, Moe
 Moe used to kick it with a brother named, Joe
 Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend Lateisha
 whose brother Elmo, looked like me
 Elmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the nose
 Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes
 Elmo would develop lots of beef as a tweaker
 and all of them was mostly come lookin for me
 Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin
 to rat pack, hmm, time to get a gat
 So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat
 momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap
 Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole block
 and what not, about, how men are spottin he said
 "This little homey gets bread like flossin
 You ain't Steve Austin, Elmo got paws in Boots
 Maybe you should move to Boston"
 But you get lost when you play like a punk
 Pile on the Right Guard I got SERIOUS funk
 "I'm trying, not to lose..."
 "I'm trying, not to lose my head..." -- Melle Mel
 (repeat 2X)
 "I plan to tell you what it is later"
 (DJ Pam cuts and scratches)
 [Boots]
 Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like this
 catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this
 rip that I'ma go through, maybe I can flow through
 this whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel
 and my friends make suggestions...
 that I should squeal to the cops but that's out of the question
 If I die by the trigger of a misled brother
 could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
 I believe no, so I don't go, with the flow
 even though I'm bout to roll with no paddle
 up a creek called shit, light is lit on the situation
 Cause me and him is gonna decrease the population
 Now we wonder why our revolution never grow
 Killin motherfuckers just for steppin on our toe
 If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did
 for ourselves, the blood would never flow again
 And then, the uzis that were once used to kill each other
 Could be used, to serve and protect the brothers
 And the sisters and the cousins or whatever others
 But the funk keeps growing like a fungus...
 "I'm trying, not to lose..."
 "I'm trying, not to lose my head..." -- Melle Mel
 (repeat 2X)
 "That's Elmo, get that fool" "Yeah get that fool"
 "Ay, I'm Boots, I ain't Elmo -- I'm Boots from The Coup!!"
 [Boots]
 Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a forty-five
 caliber don't take no jive, just pull to fix
 Don't want to be eighty-sixed, three six and six ain't in my mix
 Don't flap your lips about me takin no, trips
 You won't be takin no sips from a milk carton
 seein my face with a caption, askin
 "Have you seen Boots, he's missing in action"
 This shit is more Off the Wall than Michael Jackson
 Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others
 screwin brothers but The Coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
 on the corner, talkin revolution from Victoria to Florida
 It's why it don't make sense that they want me a goner
 on a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack think I'm
 poppin junk cause they don't see for centuries
 the genocidal funk so I'm a punk if I don't blast they ass
 But I gots more funk for the rulin class
 Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
 Five-oh gets again, gets off with a grin
 National Guard sent in for when we got beef
 You wanna pop the trunk we got serious funk
 "I'm trying, not to lose..."
 "I'm trying, not to lose my head..." -- Melle Mel
 (repeat 4X)
 *** spellings of the names of people in this outro may not be accurate
 ***
 Aight, back it up
 I wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters that really got my
 back
 when the funk be on
 Of course it goes without saying, that E-Roc and DJO from The Coup
 got my back at all times and at all costs
 Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Point Blank
 J-Post and Stone of the Outcasts
 Osajih Po from the Tenth Planets
 Chuck Da Pharoah got my back
 Evo got my back, Rose got my back
 Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective
 got my back cause I got theirs
 The funk is on, and African Identity is there
 The funk is on and Midnight Voices is there
 The funk is on and T-More and Twin from Elements of Change are there
 And I'm there for Cindy, I'm there for 3rd Rail
 I'm there for Aztlan Nation
 I got your back Leftside Sim
 I got your back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy cause you got mine
 All y'all got my back, Neckbone got my back with the sax
 Problem Child got my back with the piano
 Aiy y'all let's fade out, but before we fade
 I wanna say rest in peace to Plan B, we out