Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Favorite Mutiny, artist - The Coup. Album song Pick A Bigger Weapon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English
My Favorite Mutiny |
Move, if you got the nerve |
Lash out for your just desserts |
It’s not just the worth |
Some of y’all heads up in the clouds |
I’ma bring y’all back to earth |
It’s black back to birth |
Bullshit y’all talkin''bout |
Out ya mouth, I’m not concerned |
Cause y’all got the nerve |
It’s y’all turn like Detroit red |
When he said he had an ultra perm |
The long walk to burn your bare heels |
So they worn your boots |
The game camouflage like army suits |
But I can see it more clear cause I came with the coup in here |
Ring the alarm and form the troops |
Send 'em out into the world, go to war in a fluke |
Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot |
Now comin’at ya neck sick ya hand, something wrong with me Motherfucker somethin’s wrong with you |
When you cheat just way to smart to question |
The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion |
The governments of the world is shark infested |
They heavy on weaponry like Charelton Heston |
Man yeah it gets low here uh, real low |
Know what I’m talkin''bout? |
I ain’t rockin’with you, so what what you goin do? |
(it's my favorite mutiny) |
I ain’t rockin’with you, you’re logic does not compute (it's my favorite mutiny) |
Death to the pigs is my basic statement |
I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement |
Tryin’to stay out the pen while we face enslavement |
Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments |
I was grippin’my palm around some shitty rum |
Tryin’to find psalm number 151 |
To forget what I’m owed, as I clutch the commode |
Alright, put down the bottle and come get the guns |
I get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10 |
They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den |
Said at least a track then, seeds &stems |
Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm |
I’m get my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns |
If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems |
Tellin’us to relax while they ease it in. We gettin greased again |
The truth I write is so cold, It’d freeze my pen |
I’m Boots Riley it’s a pleasure to meet you |
Never let they punk ass ever defeat you |
They got us on the corner wearin pleather and see thru |
All y’all’s gold mines they wanna deplete you |
I ain’t just fin to rap on the track, I fin to clap on the back |
And it’s been stackin’to that |
Been a hundred years before iceberg ever lean back in the 'lac |
Before they told Rosa black in the back |
Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack |
And Gil-Scott tradin’rappin for smack |
This beat alone should get platinum plaques |
I’d rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrack |
'Cause if we bappin''em back we automatically stack |
This the guy like Truman C Riq, Boots and me Activate in the community |
Up in the bay like Huey P It’s like a free, it remind me of the B Kder’s love for me But beats got it twisted, I’ll untangle it Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with |
This is my favorite shit, I came in the game with any way to spit |
Ya got a questionnaire, who you bangin’with? |
Take it back to M hotel |
Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect |
Killer flow form a real niggaz laughin' |
and forni fairly at a jigabou at a penitent (???) |
Once again you can feel hip-hop |
Underground, still about McGruff |
Gangsta like, fuck the cops |
Talib Kweli revolutionary mc, and that ain’t about stuff |