Coup - Busterismology Lyrics
[boots]Im risin like the vapors from the dank***** the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shankWhat you thank? walk the plank, is my mother*****in attitudeRight hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leaninTo the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, ton upBut these teeny-boppers aint gon live to be a grown upMy mother*****er done got hisself into a spotI got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shotIf we gon do this, we could this, but Im trippin offThe factor that these bastards put me through thisNuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homieNow I gots to do some shit, to leave yo kids lonelyThe level of my life should be higherTold e-roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fireMade a three point turn, as the three joints burnedOff they lips, actin hard wit they face held firmCalmly stated my acquaintance was no punkYou got a gat, I got a gat - now is you requestin funk?They said no, e-roc yelled, trick!!When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitchChorus: bootsWhen we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitchWhen we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitchWhen we start the revolution, all they, probably do is snitch!..When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitchWhen we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitchWhen we start this revolution, all they, probably do is snitch![boots]I used to work at mickey dsAnd to my old buster-ass manager, licky deezHad me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin greaseAnd in the summer with the oven on, its hundred-ten degreesI would despise flippin fries, I guess his *****-assThought he was the shit, with his little red and gold tieI asked him why I couldnt get mo hoursHe said it must be cause I lacked the mental powersIf I was smart then I would be in his positionI left his nose in a busted up conditionOnly came back for my last check to pay me offHe told me then, that he wasnt gonna lay me offSaid I should quit and it would be to my enjoymentI fell for it and couldnt get my unemploymentTo all the managers, on all the shiftsWhen we start this revolution, all yall probably do is snitch!Chorus..[boots]Now hella my folks got respect for you, killaWit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrillaCap peelers want your autograph, say you know the pathBut I do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bathPunk asses like you is just here for confusionBe abusin rhetoric, and its slightly amusinYou be cruisin all the networks, ebony and jet workslong witcha efforts, now whats yo net worth?If you aint talkin bout endin exploitationThen you just another sambo in syndicationAlways sayin words thats gon bring about elationNever doin shit, thats gon bring us vindicationAnd while we gettin strangled by the slave-wage grippersYou wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business?So youll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditchCause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch!(snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch..)Chorus[ragga chat]Busterismology, we dont want it no sirCome and take a look, come and take a look a little closerBusterismology, it dangerous like cancerBusterismology, it only fi bustas (2x)[pam the funkstress]Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeahThis is the pam the funkstressComin at you, on the microphone like thisssAbout to break it down and let you knowWhat busterismology is all aboutA buster is a mother*****er who will sell you outFor a glass of water when its rainingBusterism is what busters doAnd last but not least, busterismologyIs the study of all these mother*****ers to learnIf you do not know, now you knowWhat busterismology is all aboutNine-eight (nine-eight) the coup (the coup)Boots (boots) and me pam the funkstress(pam the funkstress)
