Ghetto Manifesto Lyrics - The Coup

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I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court 

I scribbled this on an application for county support 

I practice this like a sport 

Met Donald Trump and he froze up 

Standing on his Bentley yelling, "Pimps down, hoes up" 

Some tryin' to front off 

Break our ass a clump off 

We gon' stop the world and make y'all motherfuckers jump off 

This is my resume slash resignation 

A ransom note with proposed legislation 

A fevered ultimatum you should take it verbatim 

'Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date em' 

Flyin' kites for my folks at home 

Who takin' tokes alone 

We payin' rent on shit they ain't even spoused to own 

Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' ya to curse 

It's a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first 

Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purse 

Shut the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse! 

They wouldn't pay ya ass as far as they can throw you 

They think you punkin' but they don't know you 

This a turf operata, play with twelve shot berretas 

By the Burger King workers who be slappin' on ya lettuce 

Wrote that in the back of those apartments 

On coupons from agricultural departments 

When we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go 

And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto 

That's what I'm talking about 

Make me scream and shout 

East, West, North, and South 

Gonna turn this party out 

Hey, hey 

That's what I'm talking about 

Make me scream and shout 

East, West, North, and South 

Gonna turn this party out 

Hey, hey 

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Call me bird 'cause of my legs but my ass don't sing 

Got a house arrest anklet but it don't bling bling 

Got a homie with a cell but that shit don't ring 

But at lights out bars clang and souls get stained 

Now it's the hustlers soundtrack, where they muscle around blacks 

Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a jewel and make the ground crack 

Even renowned hackistorians have found that 

The people only bound back when they pound back 

So I take out a spray can and pace the pavement 

Defacin' engravements of a sufferin' nation 

The fouls are flagrant and death's the fragrance 

I overheard them askin' vagrants for patience 

So check the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes 

For d-boys tryin' to float them bourgies in designer boats 

And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks 

Who all kinda broke 

But borrowed twenties cause they feel like a minor spoke 

The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle 

So when I say burn one, I mean the Star-Spangled 

Let's all get high from the income angle 

Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single 

Here's a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades 

By nannies and maids who be polishin' the suede 

You could let the seas blow but let's make the sets grow 

Into brigades with the ghetto manifesto 

That's what I'm talking about 

Make me scream and shout 

East, West, North, and South 

Gonna turn this party out 

Hey, hey 

That's what I'm talking about 

Make me scream and shout 

East, West, North, and South 

Gonna turn this party out 

Hey, hey 

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