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I used to kick it with a brother named Moe Moe used to kick it with a brother named Joe Joe used to kick with his girlfriedn Lateisha Whose brother Elmo looked like me Elmo used to elbow lotsa brothers in the nose Kick 'em when they down then he'd steal they shoes and clothes Elmo would develop lotsa beef as a tweaker And all of them are supposed to come lookin' for me Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats Tryin' to ratpack Hmmm, time' to get a gat Letras de cancionesSo 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 frostin' " You ain't Steve Austin Elmo got lost and Boots maybe you should move to Boston But you get lost When you played like a punk Pile on the Right Guard I got serious funk I'm tryin' not to lose I'm tryin' not to lose my head I'm tryin' not to lose I'm tryin' not to lose my head I'm glad to tell you what it is later Bet George and Bootsy Never had funk like this Catch-22 Twist, no fist can dismiss this rip That I'ma go through Maybe I could 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 outta the question If I die by the trigger of a mislead 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 about to roll with no paddle Up a creek called shit Light is lit on the situation 'S Me and him is goin' to decrease the population Now we wonder why revolution never grow Killin' motherfuckers if they 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 they cousin or whatever others But the funk keeps groin' like a fungus I'm tryin' not to lose I'm tryin' not to lose my head I'm tryin' not to lose I'm tryin' not to lose my head That's Elmo, get that fool Yeah, get that fool Hey I'm Boots I ain't Elmo. I'm Boots from the Coup! Fo' years 'til I'm twenty-five Now I gotta forty-five Caliber, don't take no jive Just for the fix Don't wanna 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 that caption askin' "Have you seen Boots?" "He's missin' 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 then you be doin' on the corner I'm talkin' revolution from Vi'toria to Flo'da 'S why it don't make sense that they want me a goin'a On a run, 'cause them brothers in a ratpack Probably think I'm a 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 mo' funk for the ruling class Will it ever end Will we ever win Drinkin' juice and gin Five-0 gets again Gets off with a grin National guard sent in for when we got beef Ya wanna pop the trunk, I got serious funk I'm tryin' not to lose I'm tryin' not to lose my head I'm tryin' not to lose I'm tryin' not to lose my head I'm tryin' not to lose I'm tryin' not to lose my head I'm tryin' not to lose I'm tryin' not to lose my head A'ight, back it up I wanna say what's up to the brothas an sistas that really got my back when the funk be on Of course it goes without saying that E-Roc and DJ O 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 from the Outcasts Osajih Po from the Tenth Planet Chuck de Pharoh got my back Evo got my back Rose got my back Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective got my back and 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 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 Hiphoprcacy, 'cause you got mine All ya'll got my back Neckbone got my back with the sax Problem Child got my back with the piano Hey ya'll let's fadeout, but before we fade I wanna say rest in peace to Plan B We out From Letras Mania