Not Yet Free Lyrics - Coup

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Sample -- "blacks are too xxxxxx broke to be republicans" ice cube
(cut and scratched by dj pam the funkstress)

Verse one: boots

In this land i can't stand or sit
And not get xxxx thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of waste
And everyday i pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and i practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me
But i can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one so i've reached my life expectancy
At any minute i could be in some xxxx that kills my skinny ass
From xxxxxxxxxxxxx doin the sellout strut or probably oakland task
My relationship with opd has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So i forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because i live in sin
So i grin but nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin cause i thought i was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when i think i'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed made of me
Of what i have become in a parasite economy

Verse two: e roc

In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street but all i smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So i spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can i get my coup together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to hoe
As i realize there's a million xxxxxxxxxxxxx in the cold
No need to be told cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal to wonder how they livin fat
(one two three) everybody get a gat

Verse three: boots

Ahhhhhh yeah!
Niggaz thugs dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players rap stars and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts hoes and press the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie xxxxxxx stay in check
That's what little black girls... are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
And what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to tame us
Here's a foot for his anus!
Well since the days when i was shittin in diapers
It was evident the president didn't like us
Assassination attempts i'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that i didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause i knew what a right was
And a left and an uppercut too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
That's why i was constantly red black and blue

Outro: e roc boots

[e] boots boots boots you wanna throw some shots out?
[b] ay man i ain't done with my lyrics yet that's not cool
[e] ay but ain't 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 cocked*
[b] awright fuckit who y'all 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 everything
Let's throw some shots out
[e] yeah
*blam blam blam*
[b] awright what about bush? he on the way out and everything
But i think we need a goodbye for his ass
*gun cocked*
[e] uh-huh
*blam*
[e] see-ya!
[b] awright what about ross perot and the good ol boys?
*guns cocked*
[e] the who?
[b] you know who they are awright
*blam blam blam*
[b] ay what about pete wilson? (whassup) that pete wilson motherfucker
[e] yeah whassup wit him?
[b] awright
*blam*
[e] got him!
[b] awright ay the l.a.p.d. *guns cocking repeatedly throughout*
The o.p.d. the richmond p.d. detroit p.d. ay
[e] ay xxxx it xxxx it the whole the whole motherfuckin p.d.
[b] awright load up
[e] yeah here's a loaded club for yo' ass
*semi-automatic*
[b] awright cool -- ay what about these skinheads?
Ay check it out
[e] i can't 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 motherfuckers!
[e] who? *gun cocks*
[b] you know these sellout xxxxxxxxxxxxx -- ellay duharris
[e] who else? *gun cocks*
[b] tom bradley
[e] who else? *gun cocks*
[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] let's get the xxxx up outta here
[b] aight cool we out

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