Busterismology Lyrics - Singles - The Coup

I'm risin' like the vapors from the dank 

Fuck the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank 

What you thank? Walk the plank 

Is my motherfuckin' attitude 

Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin' 

To the latitude, actin' rude can get you blown up, to'n up 

But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up 

My motherfucker done got hisself into a spot 

I got this nine but it jam on every fifth shot 

If we gon' do this, we could this but I'm trippin' off 

The factor that these bastards put me through this 

Nuttin' ass tricks, gangin' up on my homie 

Now I gots to do some shit to leave yo' kids lonely 

The level of my life should be higher 

Told E-Roc to jump in and get up out the line of fire 

Made a three point turn as the three joints burned 

Off they lips, actin' hard wit they face held firm 

Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk 

You 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 snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

I used to work at Mickey D's 

And to my old buster-ass manager, Licky Deez 

Had me workin' on hands and knees, scrubbin' grease 

And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees 

I would despise flippin' fries 

I guess his bitch-ass thought he was the shit 

With his little red and gold tie 

I asked him why I couldn't get mo' hours 

He said it must be 'cause I lacked the mental powers 

If I was smart then I would be in his position 

I left his nose in a busted up condition 

Only came back for my last check to pay me off 

He told me then that he wasn't gonna lay me off 

Said I should quit and it would be to my enjoyment 

I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment 

To all the managers on all the shifts 

When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa 

With a raised black fist and a pocket full of scrilla 

Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path 

But I do the math, my game bursts like a bubble in the bath 

Punk asses like you is just here for confusion 

Be abusin' rhetoric and it's slightly amusin' 

You be cruisin' all the networks, Ebony and Jet works 

'Long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth? 

If you ain't talkin 'bout endin' exploitation 

Then you just another Sambo in syndication 

Always sayin' words that's gon' bring about elation 

Never doin shit' that's gon' bring us vindication 

And while we gettin' strangled by the slave-wage grippers 

You wanna do the same and say we should put you in business? 

So you'll be next to the rulin' class lyin' in a ditch 

'Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch 

(Snitch, snitch, snitch, snitch) 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch 

Busterismology, we don't want it, no sir 

Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer 

Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer 

Busterismology, it only fi bustas 

Busterismology, it only fi bustas 

Ye, ye, yeah, ye, ye, ye, yeah, this is the Pam the Funkstress 

Comin' at you on the microphone like this 

About to break it down and let you know 

What busterismology is all about 

A buster is a motherfucker who will sell you out 

For a glass of water when it's rainin', busterism is what busters do 

And last but not least, busterismology is the study of all these motherfuckers 

To learn if you do not know, now you know what busterismology is all about 

Nine-eight 

(Nine-eight) 

The Coup 

(The Coup) 

Boots 

(Boots) 

And me Pam the Funkstress 

(Pam the Funkstress)