Coup - Not Yet Free Lyrics
Sample -- blacks are too *****in broke to be republicans, ice cube(cut and scratched by dj pam the funkstress)Verse one: bootsIn this land I cant stand or sitAnd not get shit thrown up in my faceA brotha never gets his propsIm doin bellyflops at the department of wasteAnd everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my cardI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hardIm lookin behind me beside me ahead of meTherell be no feet makin tracks here instead of meBut I cant disregard just what the news says to meIm twenty-one, so Ive reached my life expectancyAt any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny assFrom mother*****ers doin the sellout strut or probably oakland taskMy relationship with opd has been like one big dissLong arm of the law, grips my dick so tight its hard to even pissSo I forgot aint even got a pot to do it inUp at the church theyre tellin me its because I live in sinSo I grin, but nevertheless my mind wont dwellI must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hellCapitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighterIm struggling like a fighter, just to bust looseIts like a noose asyphyxiation sets inJust when I think Im free it seems to me the spider steps inThis web is made of money made of greed made of meOf what I have become in a parasite economyVerse two: e rocIn the winter theres a splinter with the smell of the rainAnd the scent of the street, but all I smell is the painOf a brotha whos a hustler and hes stuck to the grindOf a sista whos a hooker gotta sell her behindDesperation makes her brotha get a little more boldThe circumstance gets deeper when its damp and its coldSo I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gankCan I get my coup together pull a move on the bank?I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pieBut my daddy always taught me just to reach for the skyNow my dream and aspirations go from single to hoeAs I realize theres a million mother*****ers in the coldNo need to be told, cause when you got a million po peopleGettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evilBut its illegal, to wonder how they livin fat(one two three) everybody get a gatVerse three: bootsAhhhhhh yeah!Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimpsBasketball players, rap stars, and simpsThats what little black boys... are made ofSluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beckBroads pop that coochie, *****es stay in checkThats what little black girls... are made ofBut if were made of that who made usAnd what can we do to change usThe oppressor tries to tame usHeres a foot for his anus!Well since the days when I was shittin in diapersIt was evident the president didnt like usAssassination attempts Id root for the snipersMy teacher told me that I didnt know what right wasWell she was wrong cause I knew what a right wasAnd a left and an uppercut, tooI had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people gotThats why I was constantly red, black, and blueOutro: e roc, boots[e] boots, boots, boots, you wanna throw some shots out?[b] ay man I aint done with my lyrics yet, thats not cool[e] ay, but aint this a freestyle?[b] naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free[e] hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway*guns are *****ed*[b] awright *****it, who yall wanna throw some shots out to?[e] uhh whassup with that uhh bill clinton and al gore?[b] aight, they the new masters up in the white house and everythingLets throw some shots out[e] yeah*blam, blam blam*[b] awright, what about bush? he on the way out and everythingBut I think we need a goodbye for his ass*gun *****ed*[e] uh-huh*blam*[e] see-ya![b] awright, what about ross perot and the good ol boys?*guns *****ed*[e] the who?[b] you know who they are, awright*blam blam, blam*[b] ay what about pete wilson? (whassup) that pete wilson mother*****er[e] yeah whassup wit him?[b] awright*blam*[e] got him![b] awright, ay, the l.a.p.d., *guns *****ing repeatedly throughout*The o.p.d., the richmond p.d., detroit p.d., ay[e] ay ***** it, ***** it, the whole, the whole mother*****in p.d.[b] awright, load up[e] yeah, heres a loaded club for yo ass*semi-automatic*[b] awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads?Ay check it out[e] I cant stand dem fools[b] awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool*semi-automatic*[e] yeah, got em![b] ay, what about these sellout mother*****ers![e] who? *gun *****s*[b] you know these sellout mother*****ers -- ellay duharris[e] who else? *gun *****s*[b] tom bradley[e] who else? *gun *****s*[b] david dinkins, ay, line em up[e] yeah be true to the game*blam blam blam blam*[b] ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do?[e] lets get the ***** up outta here[b] aight cool, we out
