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20,000 Gun Salute Lyrics - Singles - The Coup

Whoa, uh he heh, he heh, uh he heh 

That kicked ass 

Yeah, yeah, heh, yeah 

That was fly, that was fly 

 

20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute 

This slug's for Newt, shut your mouth, don't pollute 

Army of down motherfuckers, shit we tryin' to recruit 

 

20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute 

This slug's for Newt, shut your mouth, don't pollute 

Army of down motherfuckers, shit we tryin' to recruit 

 

See now we're talkin' systematic, mack mechanics, decomposin' 

Chosen, representatives from the hoe's been known 

To act wit pimp theatrics, a tactic necessary 

In fact they wanna have us buyin' from the commissary 

 

This commentary's for my folks under involuntary servitude 

'Cause bosses don't be servin' you your monetary 

Pervin' you like rum 'n' dairy pulsin' through your capillaries 

Some inherit green, the rest just get our folks to bury 

 

I'm abolitionary, wishin' the judiciary 

Say this year for merry merry, free the penitentiary 

Peoples gon' rumble as long as stomachs grumble 

And crack pipes tumble over asphalt that's crumbled 

 

Hundreds come in bundles and, hop is mixed with funnels 

'Cause babies wit shoes too small gon' stumble 

This composition is sedition, opposition to the rulin' class 

Wishin' they could detonate us hooked to the ignition 

 

Keep my slacks creased to punch the clock for the beast 

As my rent don't cease, his pockets get obese 

Can't have inner peace without havin' a piece 

When the stepped on step up, we let the dragon release 

 

20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute 

This slug's for Newt, shut your mouth, don't pollute 

Army of down motherfuckers, shit we tryin' to recruit 

 

Disaster, the filthy rich bastards wanna milk yo' ass 

Faster, ask fuh, no salvation comin' from the damn pastor 

Old ladies play canasta, under roofs of cracker plaster 

Little kids dive in the trash for discarded Dutchmasters 

 

Dead potnahs on mural walls 

Homeless kids takin' baths up in gas station urinals 

Shit the system can't cure it all 

If everybody had a job then stock value's sure to fall 

 

Hundred million neck slashes, so these fascists 

Can make sho' that they check cashes, let's get massive 

Wage struggle as direct classes, on just how we gonna 

Overthrow they bitch asses, give whiplashes 

 

From the force as we make it tight, and ignite 

The flames of takin' over daily life, make it a right 

To have food, threads and homestead 

And Pac Bell won't ever cut your phone dead, we own it 

 

But these business that love payin' minimum wage 

Ain't gon' let you take they shit unless you showin' the gauge 

And if you do it by yourself they gon' put you in a cage 

If you in a rage, please meet me on the same page, with a 

 

20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute 

This slug's for Newt, shut your mouth, don't pollute 

Army of down motherfuckers, shit we tryin' to recruit 

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