Coup - 20,000 Gun Salute Lyrics
* beavis and butthead sample *[butthead] whoa! uh-heheh-heheh, uh-hehehThat kicked ass![beavis] yeah yeah heh yeahThat was fly* dj pam the funkstress starts cuttin up that was fly *Chorus: boots (repeat 2x)20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substituteThis slugs for newt - shut your mouth, dont polluteArmy of down mother*****ers, shit we tryin to recruit![boots]See now were talkin systematic, mack mechanics, decomposinChosen, representatives, from the hos been known to act witPimp theatrics, a tactic necessaryIn fact they wanna have us buyin from the commissaryThis commentarys for my folks under involuntary servitudeCause bosses dont be servin you your monetaryPervin you like rumndairy pulsin through your capillariesSome inherit green, the rest just get our folks to buryIm abolitionary, wishin the judiciarySay this year for merry merry, free the penitentiary!Peoples gon rumble as long as stomachs grumbleAnd crack pipes tumble over asphault thats crumbledHundreds come in bundles and, hop is mixed with funnelsCause babies wit shoes too small gon stumbleThis composition is sedition, opposition to the rulin classWishin they could detonate us hooked to the ignitionKeep my slacks creased to punch the clock for the beastAs my rent dont cease, his pockets get obeseCant have inner peace without havin a pieceWhen the stepped on step up, we let the dragon releaseChorus[boots]Disaster! the filthy rich bastards wanna milk yo assFaster, ask fuh, no salvation comin from the damn pastorOld ladies play canasta, under roofs of cracker plasterLittle kids dive in the trash for discarded dutchmastersDead potnahs on mural wallsHomeless kids takin baths up in gas station urinalsShit the system cant cure it allIf everybody had a job then stock values sure to fallHundred million neck slashes, so these facistsCan make sho that they check cashes, lets get massiveWage struggle as direct classes, on just how we gonnaOverthrow they ***** asses, give whiplashesFrom the force as we make it tight, and igniteThe flames of takin over daily life, make it a rightTo have food, threads and homesteadAnd pac bell wont ever cut your phone dead -- we own it!But these business that love payin minimum wageAint gon let you take they shit unless you showin the gaugeAnd if you do it by yourself they gon put you in a cageIf you in a rage, please meet me on the same page, with aChorus
