U.C.P.A.S. Lyrics
| Song | U.C.P.A.S. |
| Artist | The Coup |
| Album | Steal This Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clap, Edifice, Riley, Vexx | |
| (Boots) | |
| We don't make no damn Mickey Mouse music! | |
| * Pam the Funkstress cuts "I shot the sheriff" * | |
| F.T.S. with The Coup, whatchu wanna do? | |
| F.T.S., Coup | |
| Chorus: Boots, Clap, Vexx (repeat 2X) | |
| Undas, Cops, Pigs and Shit | |
| They be gettin on my nerves I'm bout to have a fit | |
| I need land, a place where no money is spent | |
| I'll kick back, and live life immaculate (you say) | |
| (Vexx) | |
| Exchange data, no contact, no matta | |
| Eternally, you'll find, information to be, God sent | |
| The soul, my body's bein spent like some dope shit | |
| All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean | |
| See I can't help but talk about the way my people been raped | |
| Right about now, I'm bout to set some shit straight | |
| To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors | |
| who has the made the whole nation backslide, to homicide | |
| Almost and damn near, genocide | |
| We all need to check our soul inside | |
| Have you ever seen a human body landslide? | |
| How bout some tanks doin a driveby | |
| or a bomber droppin napalm from way high? | |
| We long live, but sometimes we got ta die | |
| The whole world's about to bow man, that ain't no lie | |
| You betta find yo'self befo' yo'self takes all your time | |
| (Boots) | |
| One mo' gen now | |
| Chorus | |
| (Clap) | |
| Bump you.. it got to be.. hot to me.. | |
| A cop to me.. could burn in hell | |
| We re-bel.. we don't swell like the pressure | |
| Tester.. even leave the best of shakin and | |
| shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold.. delivery | |
| Deliberately slippery when wet | |
| You moist yet? You check out | |
| the hop-hippin.. it got you flippin while it's slippin | |
| The hippity hop, hit you, cause it get you | |
| so god damn krunk, bang that wild shit; read: | |
| god damn bump, ransom stylist, thick | |
| Rich like 69 dollar shit | |
| Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin | |
| Sa-vory, fla-vory expedition mission | |
| Free the land Africa, Africa listen.. | |
| Listen.. | |
| (Boots) | |
| Hah.. bring it back now | |
| Chorus | |
| (Boots) | |
| Can you feel it? I can feel it | |
| .. | |
| Now if this party was a class I'd be a teacher | |
| It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature | |
| Now if this party was a car I'd be the driver | |
| I'm rappin third, the mic is smellin like saliva | |
| The emperor, that motherfucker's .. ass naked | |
| We'll take you higher than when you had yo' last dank hit | |
| It's not surprisin that when folks start to uprisin | |
| there's police on the horizon, they been there all along | |
| they just good at they disguisin, the po-po's supposed to keep | |
| the peace they gotta make the bosses money increase | |
| You never seen the police break up a strike | |
| by hittin the BOSS with his baton pipe | |
| And you ain't never gon' see one | |
| but when we take over it's gon' be poppin like Re-Run, huh | |
| Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker | |
| Much love to my folkers, all aces and jokers | |
| Chorus | |
| F.T.S., The Coup | |
| A-hah |
| zuo ci : Clap, Edifice, Riley, Vexx | |
| Boots | |
| We don' t make no damn Mickey Mouse music! | |
| Pam the Funkstress cuts " I shot the sheriff" | |
| F. T. S. with The Coup, whatchu wanna do? | |
| F. T. S., Coup | |
| Chorus: Boots, Clap, Vexx repeat 2X | |
| Undas, Cops, Pigs and Shit | |
| They be gettin on my nerves I' m bout to have a fit | |
| I need land, a place where no money is spent | |
| I' ll kick back, and live life immaculate you say | |
| Vexx | |
| Exchange data, no contact, no matta | |
| Eternally, you' ll find, information to be, God sent | |
| The soul, my body' s bein spent like some dope shit | |
| All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean | |
| See I can' t help but talk about the way my people been raped | |
| Right about now, I' m bout to set some shit straight | |
| To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors | |
| who has the made the whole nation backslide, to homicide | |
| Almost and damn near, genocide | |
| We all need to check our soul inside | |
| Have you ever seen a human body landslide? | |
| How bout some tanks doin a driveby | |
| or a bomber droppin napalm from way high? | |
| We long live, but sometimes we got ta die | |
| The whole world' s about to bow man, that ain' t no lie | |
| You betta find yo' self befo' yo' self takes all your time | |
| Boots | |
| One mo' gen now | |
| Chorus | |
| Clap | |
| Bump you.. it got to be.. hot to me.. | |
| A cop to me.. could burn in hell | |
| We rebel.. we don' t swell like the pressure | |
| Tester.. even leave the best of shakin and | |
| shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold.. delivery | |
| Deliberately slippery when wet | |
| You moist yet? You check out | |
| the hophippin.. it got you flippin while it' s slippin | |
| The hippity hop, hit you, cause it get you | |
| so god damn krunk, bang that wild shit read: | |
| god damn bump, ransom stylist, thick | |
| Rich like 69 dollar shit | |
| Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin | |
| Savory, flavory expedition mission | |
| Free the land Africa, Africa listen.. | |
| Listen.. | |
| Boots | |
| Hah.. bring it back now | |
| Chorus | |
| Boots | |
| Can you feel it? I can feel it | |
| .. | |
| Now if this party was a class I' d be a teacher | |
| It' s F. T. S. and The Coup, a double feature | |
| Now if this party was a car I' d be the driver | |
| I' m rappin third, the mic is smellin like saliva | |
| The emperor, that motherfucker' s .. ass naked | |
| We' ll take you higher than when you had yo' last dank hit | |
| It' s not surprisin that when folks start to uprisin | |
| there' s police on the horizon, they been there all along | |
| they just good at they disguisin, the popo' s supposed to keep | |
| the peace they gotta make the bosses money increase | |
| You never seen the police break up a strike | |
| by hittin the BOSS with his baton pipe | |
| And you ain' t never gon' see one | |
| but when we take over it' s gon' be poppin like ReRun, huh | |
| Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker | |
| Much love to my folkers, all aces and jokers | |
| Chorus | |
| F. T. S., The Coup | |
| Ahah |
| zuò cí : Clap, Edifice, Riley, Vexx | |
| Boots | |
| We don' t make no damn Mickey Mouse music! | |
| Pam the Funkstress cuts " I shot the sheriff" | |
| F. T. S. with The Coup, whatchu wanna do? | |
| F. T. S., Coup | |
| Chorus: Boots, Clap, Vexx repeat 2X | |
| Undas, Cops, Pigs and Shit | |
| They be gettin on my nerves I' m bout to have a fit | |
| I need land, a place where no money is spent | |
| I' ll kick back, and live life immaculate you say | |
| Vexx | |
| Exchange data, no contact, no matta | |
| Eternally, you' ll find, information to be, God sent | |
| The soul, my body' s bein spent like some dope shit | |
| All the way from across the Atlantic Ocean | |
| See I can' t help but talk about the way my people been raped | |
| Right about now, I' m bout to set some shit straight | |
| To all you late bloomers and early consumers, ignore the rumors | |
| who has the made the whole nation backslide, to homicide | |
| Almost and damn near, genocide | |
| We all need to check our soul inside | |
| Have you ever seen a human body landslide? | |
| How bout some tanks doin a driveby | |
| or a bomber droppin napalm from way high? | |
| We long live, but sometimes we got ta die | |
| The whole world' s about to bow man, that ain' t no lie | |
| You betta find yo' self befo' yo' self takes all your time | |
| Boots | |
| One mo' gen now | |
| Chorus | |
| Clap | |
| Bump you.. it got to be.. hot to me.. | |
| A cop to me.. could burn in hell | |
| We rebel.. we don' t swell like the pressure | |
| Tester.. even leave the best of shakin and | |
| shivering.. WHOOO.. icy cold.. delivery | |
| Deliberately slippery when wet | |
| You moist yet? You check out | |
| the hophippin.. it got you flippin while it' s slippin | |
| The hippity hop, hit you, cause it get you | |
| so god damn krunk, bang that wild shit read: | |
| god damn bump, ransom stylist, thick | |
| Rich like 69 dollar shit | |
| Crazy like the Spice Girls, finger lickin, kickin | |
| Savory, flavory expedition mission | |
| Free the land Africa, Africa listen.. | |
| Listen.. | |
| Boots | |
| Hah.. bring it back now | |
| Chorus | |
| Boots | |
| Can you feel it? I can feel it | |
| .. | |
| Now if this party was a class I' d be a teacher | |
| It' s F. T. S. and The Coup, a double feature | |
| Now if this party was a car I' d be the driver | |
| I' m rappin third, the mic is smellin like saliva | |
| The emperor, that motherfucker' s .. ass naked | |
| We' ll take you higher than when you had yo' last dank hit | |
| It' s not surprisin that when folks start to uprisin | |
| there' s police on the horizon, they been there all along | |
| they just good at they disguisin, the popo' s supposed to keep | |
| the peace they gotta make the bosses money increase | |
| You never seen the police break up a strike | |
| by hittin the BOSS with his baton pipe | |
| And you ain' t never gon' see one | |
| but when we take over it' s gon' be poppin like ReRun, huh | |
| Boots from The Coup, lightin the dark like a toker | |
| Much love to my folkers, all aces and jokers | |
| Chorus | |
| F. T. S., The Coup | |
| Ahah |
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