The Coup Mindfuck (A New Equation) Lyrics 

[Chorus]

They're givin us a mind fuck

They don't have to put our hands in cuffs

They can tell us stay put and that's enough

We bust, they feel the earth vibratin

It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation

Mind fuck; they don't have to put our hands in cuffs

They can tell us stay put and that's enough

We bust, they feel the earth vibratin

It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation



[Boots]

The fog rolls in like the thickest cream

Nightfall comes and the crickets scream

Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes

Cement lies and white picket dreams

The pain on his face is glistening

No one's eyes are listening

'Til his 44 starts whistling

Hairs on necks - bristling

You can holla so loud 'til the silence comes

Ask that hustler with the Midas tongue

He was born after you but not quite as young

Waitin for the day when the fighers come

She said, "Seem like traffic lights is always red"

"Your application's on file," is all they said

She wish the great leaders wasn't always dead

She could resurrect 'em inside of her instead



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[Boots]

He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion

Not the FBI home invasion

Nor the cross on his lawn emblazoned

The predictable fights didn't phase him

Bullhorns-off-Holdays given

House notes - nine to five prison

He yells at the news sayin, "There'd be a movement

if the new generation was a little more driven"

One mind, two hands, four walls

She says Babylon's gon' fall

She'll tell you the signs since everybody's dumb

She'll be home waitin for the Messiah's phone call

There was pride in the fact that the blunt was massive

Tight like the ships in the middle passage

They escaped through the flames, then wondered

If the flame in their soul, if the smoke has smashed it



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[Boots]

Day broke in like a fiend with a ladder

Suicidal dew drops splatter

Teeth on shirtless bodies chatter

A blowjob short of a breakfast platter

Crowded rooms on lonely souls

At work before the whistle blows

They never knew their strength in numbers

So power seems so mystical

They're waiting for that perfect day

When they've paid all their bills

They kids are grown, they graduate

And guerillas come out the hills

And for her it gets too much

'Til she won't accept my touch

She'll fix it by herself

She's fallen into their mind fuck



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