My Favorite Mutiny Lyrics - The Coup

[Black Thought] 

Move, if you got the nerve 

Lash out for your just desserts 

It's not just the worth 

Some of y'all heads up in the clouds 

I'ma bring y'all back to earth 

It's black back to birth 

Bullshit y'all talkin' 'bout 

Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned 

Cause y'all got the nerve 

It's y'all turn like Detroit red 

When he said he had an ultra perm 

The long walk to burn your bare heels 

So they worn your boots 

The game camouflage like army suits 

But I can see it more clear cause I came with the coup in here 

Ring the alarm and form the troops 

Send 'em out into the world, go to war in a fluke 

Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot 

Now comin' at ya neck sick ya hand, something wrong with me 

Motherfucker somethin's wrong with you 

When you cheat just way to smart to question 

The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion 

The governments of the world is shark infested 

They heavy on weaponry like Charelton Heston 

Man yeah it gets low here uh, real low 

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? 

[Chorus] 

I ain't rockin' with you, so what what you goin do? (it's my favorite mutiny) 

I ain't rockin' with you, you're logic does not compute (it's my favorite mutiny) 

[Boots] 

Death to the pigs is my basic statement 

I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement 

Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement 

Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments 

I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum 

Tryin' to find psalm number 151 

To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode 

Alright, put down the bottle and come get the guns 

I get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10 

They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den 

Said at least a track then, seeds & stems 

Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm 

I'm get my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns 

If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems 

Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in. We gettin greased again 

The truth I write is so cold, It'd freeze my pen 

I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you 

Never let they punk ass ever defeat you 

They got us on the corner wearin pleather and see through 

All y'all's gold mines they wanna deplete you 

I ain't just fin to rap on the track, I fin to clap on the back 

And it's been stackin' to that 

Been a hundred years before iceberg ever lean back in the 'lac 

Before they told Rosa black in the back 

Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack 

And Gil-Scott tradin' rappin for smack 

This beat alone should get platinum plaques 

I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrack 

'Cause if we bappin' 'em back we automatically stack 

[Chorus] 

[Talib Kweli] 

This the guy like Truman C[e1] 

Riq, Boots and me 

Activate in the community 

Up in the bay like Huey P 

It's like a free, it remind me of the be Kder's love for me 

But beats got it twisted, I'll untangle it 

Black mind is entwined like the ropes they used to hang us with 

This is my favorite shit, I came in the game with any way to spit 

Ya got a questionnaire, who you bangin' with? 

Take it back to M hotel 

Throw a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect 

Killer flow form a real niggaz laughin' 

And forni fairly at a jigabou at a penitent (???) 

Once again you can feel hip-hop 

Underground, still about McGruff 

Gangsta like, fuck the cops 

Talib Kweli revolutionary mc, and that ain't about stuff 

[Chorus]