Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song MindFuck (A New Equation), artist - The Coup. Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
MindFuck (A New Equation) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |