Mindfuck Lyrics - The Coup

[Chorus] 

They're givin us a mind fuck 

They don't have to put our hands in cuffs 

They can tell us stay put and that's enough 

We bust, they feel the earth vibratin 

It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation 

Mind fuck; they don't have to put our hands in cuffs 

They can tell us stay put and that's enough 

We bust, they feel the earth vibratin 

It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation 

The fog rolls in like the thickest cream 

Nightfall comes and the crickets scream 

Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes 

Cement lies and white picket dreams 

The pain on his face is glistening 

No one's eyes are listening 

'Til his 44 starts whistling 

Hairs on necks bristling 

You can holla so loud 'til the silence comes 

Ask that hustler with the Midas tongue 

He was born after you but not quite as young 

Waitin for the day when the fighters come 

She said, "Seem like traffic lights is always red" 

"Your application's on file," is all they said 

She wish the great leaders wasn't always dead 

She could resurrect 'em inside of her instead 

[Chorus] 

He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion 

Not the FBI home invasion 

Nor the cross on his lawn emblazoned 

The predictable fights didn't phase him 

Bullhorns off holidays given 

House notes nine to five prison 

He yells at the news sayin, "There'd be a movement 

If the new generation was a little more driven" 

One mind, two hands, four walls 

She says Babylon's gon' fall 

She'll tell you the signs since everybody's dumb 

She'll be home waitin for the Messiah's phone call 

There was pride in the fact that the blunt was massive 

Tight like the ships in the middle passage 

They escaped through the flames, then wondered 

If the flame in their soul, if the smoke has smashed it 

[Chorus] 

Day broke in like a fiend with a ladder 

Suicidal dew drops splatter 

Teeth on shirtless bodies chatter 

A blowjob short of a breakfast platter 

Crowded rooms on lonely souls 

At work before the whistle blows 

They never knew their strength in numbers 

So power seems so mystical 

They're waiting for that perfect day 

When they've paid all their bills 

They kids are grown, they graduate 

And guerrillas come out the hills 

And for her it gets too much 

'Til she won't accept my touch 

She'll fix it by herself 

She's fallen into their mind fuck 

[Chorus]