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[ring ring, ring] Hello Yes, I would like to speak with Boots from the rap group The Coop. It's The Coup and this is Boots, speak. Well, my name is Dick Dolittle. I'm a reporter for Grime Magazine and we'd like ya to comment on the tragic riot. It's not a riot it's a rebellion. Well the tragic rebellion? Man, tragic fo' who? Well there's havoc in the streets; the police have lost control over the people.; criminals are running free from jail; and people are actually taking property from businesses. It's complete chaos. That's not chaos. That's progress. Mm hmm Okay. is that your comment? No, this is it! [click]. Letras de canciones Check it out. It's the motherfuckin' C-O-U To the P now your fuckin' with the real dudes Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street Getttin' drunk off liberation, fuck the Hennessy 'Cause you calmly kept us down for far to long Now ya goin' up in smoke like Cheech and Chong And the song "I Ain't the Nigga" is the constitution Niggas die, but African's make revolution So what happens when a people do not get they dues Well, let's try it, there's a riot so flip on the news And let's go reach the 98th here in Oaktown But let's just say for story's sake that it's in your town A hundred brothers takin' factories, Warren's law is gutters And now they handin' out free chicken and free peanut butter Free food to the people, how it should be But now let's go a few blocks over to seventy-three Channel two says at the mall twelve cops got shot 'Cause there's eight hundred sistas takin' over Eastmont With nines and AKs doin' the right thing like Spike Lee And now they babies got free Pampers and free Nikes Up at the schoolhouse they say motherfuck a hall pass Until ya teach the truth, check it, we ain't goin' to class Your teachin' lies, we got wise, now we realize There's no end to this road, ya disguised the prize So beat game, for real mental penetration Our education's liberation Things ain't goin' never be the same Things ain't goin' never be the same Earthquakiin', foundation shakin, fires breakin' new day makin' Change Accumulate, liberate and educate and stimulate change At six-nine there's a rally and it's ringin' Through the crowd with a thousand voices singin' Once upon a time in the projects, yo! Motherfuckers took over and now we runnin' this show We don't give a damn about section eight though Fo' what we really need we goin' to have to take mo' The same thing was heard in the Acorns And Campball Village, across the bay in Fillmore And in the hills where all the rich folks live There in shock, we're not failing to vote and build Instead of a brotha on the stage singin' "Do me!" A black man has a gage sayin "Do this, see!" All the sudd'n everybody is outt jail But it's funny 'cause nobody is out on bail And somebody shoves some police against the wall I guess that day, they shoulda warn they clean drawers 'Cause the ambulance, that's the reality There's now a new meaning to police brutality All we need is satisfaction (Things ain't goin' never be the same) We don't forget just a fraction (Things ain't goin' never be the same) And we we gone to revolution (Things ain't goin' never be the same) Revolution is the solution (Things ain't goin' never be the same) Now the uzis that were once used to kill each other Are now used to serve and protect a brother And the sisters 'cause they pack Aks, forty-fives and nines We're down for revolution not just down for they behinds 'Cause the word is heard across the bay and in LA In New York New York, Chicago and Atlanta G-A We gives a fuck if you got money in the millions 'Cause motherfucker we got posse in the billions So break yourself Bush, it's collection day! So break yourself Trump, it's collection day! So break yourself Du Pont, it's collection day! You stole this shit from our great granddaddy anyway The liquor stores around, but they're not sellin' beer or ale Motherfucker's sellin' molotov cocktails To the crew, so light up a brew And this is what is meant by a goddamn Coup Tommy Gun Things ain't goin' never be the same DJ O and the cut ya'll Cut it up Ahh yes, K-Macks on the strings ya'll aint' got nothing on him From Letras Mania