Not Yet Free Lyrics - The Coup

"Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans" 

In this land I can't stand or sit 

and not get shit thrown up in my face 

A brotha never gets his props 

I'm doin bellyflops at the department of waste 

And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card 

I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard 

I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me 

There'll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me 

But I can't disregard just what the news says to me 

I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy 

At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass 

From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task 

My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss 

Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss 

So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in 

Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin 

So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell 

I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell 

Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter 

I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose 

It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in 

Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in 

This web is made of money made of greed made of me 

Of what I have become in a parasite economy 

In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain 

And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain 

Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind 

Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind 

Desperation makes her brotha get a little more bold 

The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold 

So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank 

Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank? 

I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie 

But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky 

Now my dream and aspirations go from single to hoe 

As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold 

No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people 

Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil 

But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat 

(One two three) everybody get a gat 

Ahhhhhh yeah! 

Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimps 

Basketball players, rap stars, and simps 

That's what little black boys... are made of 

Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beck 

Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check 

That's what little black girls... are made of 

But if we're made of that who made us 

and what can we do to change us 

The oppressor tries to tame us 

here's a FOOT for his anus! 

Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers 

It was evident the President didn't like us 

Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers 

My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was 

Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was 

And a left and an uppercut, too 

I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got 

That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue 

Boots, Boots, Boots, you want to throw some shots out? 

Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool 

Ay, but ain't this a freestyle? 

Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet free 

Hey we gonna throw some shots out anyway 

Awright fuckit, who y'all want to throw some shots out to? 

Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore? 

Aight, they the new masters up in the White House and everything 

Let's throw some shots out 

Yeah 

Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and everything 

but I think we need a goodbye for his ass 

Uh-huh 

See-ya! 

Awright, what about Ross Perot and the good ol boys? 

The who? 

You know who they are, awright 

Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker 

Yeah whassup wit him? 

Awright 

Got him! 

Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., 

The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., Detroit P.D., ay 

Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D. 

Awright, load up 

Yeah, here's a loaded club for yo' ass 

Awright, cool -- ay, what about these skinheads? 

Ay check it out 

I can't stand dem fools 

Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool 

Yeah, got em! 

Ay, what about these sellout motherfuckers! 

Who? 

You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris 

Who else? 

Tom Bradley 

Who else? 

David Dinkins, ay, line em up 

Yeah be true to the game 

Ay, we outta ammo, what we gon do? 

Let's get the fuck up outta here 

Aight cool, we out