| Song | The Shipment |
| Artist | The Coup |
| Album | Steal This Album |
| 作词 : Riley, Warren | |
| Chorus：boots (repeat 2x) | |
| It ain't indonesia, china white | |
| Purple-haired thai, big h delight | |
| Take my shit we gon' have to fight | |
| I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin' right | |
| [boots] | |
| I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire | |
| More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes | |
| Like cleats wit' spikes i clings to my turf tight | |
| Get, low like a smurf might earth is my birthright | |
| You salivate at the sound of the bell | |
| I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk | |
| Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell | |
| When i'm shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail | |
| When i shoot, fuhrman scoot i'm yellin', "gimme all the loot!" | |
| Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute | |
| Chillin' in a house of ill repute | |
| But is you wearin' canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits? | |
| Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics | |
| Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick | |
| Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin' | |
| Changed my name to valerie so i can get wic | |
| Savage storm troopers be less than seducive | |
| Jailtime producin', silly lilliputians! | |
| This gulliver, come equipped with a fo'-fo' | |
| And twelve comrades in a box chev' fo' do' | |
| Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render | |
| And we don't give a fuck if we missin a fender | |
| Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender | |
| Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender | |
| This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic | |
| This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic | |
| Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted | |
| Come and get some, if you ain't got it | |
| Chorus | |
| [boots] | |
| Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating! | |
| I accuse you of nigga-hating! | |
| And exploitating for profit making.. don't cop a plea | |
| Cause i'm b-double-o-t, from the c-o-u the p | |
| I feel my epedermis at it's firmest just befo' a skirmish | |
| If you want green like kermit keep it heated like a thermos | |
| Aspired to be famous, puttin fire in their anus | |
| Made the rulin' class hate us more than child sup-port payments | |
| To rosemary's baby, shick-a-shick-shady!! | |
| Pissin' in your gumbo and they tell you, "it's all gravy!" | |
| See you can't trust a big grip and a smile | |
| And i slang rocks - but palestinian style | |
| Now there's a rumble in the jungle never mumble though i humble | |
| Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble | |
| Who's pimpin', your bundle? i'm _fly_ like, seth brundle | |
| If you're snitchin' to columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble | |
| Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make | |
| And what the boss take is keepin' us from livin' great | |
| If this ain't straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate | |
| You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate | |
| Don't get frustrated, discombobulated | |
| Don't stand and debate it, get a mob and take it! | |
| Til then it's food stamps, vouchers, mildew-smellin' couches | |
| Overturned garbage cans wit' no oscar the grouches | |
| Makin' money sellin plastic pouches | |
| As mystikal would say, "my flo' is covered wit' roaches!" | |
| Absotively, posolutely, can't do without it | |
| The shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it! | |
| Chorus | |
| [bridge] | |
| Systematic playa-hation | |
| Green paper complications | |
| Got my ass an education | |
| Can i get an application?? | |
| [boots] | |
| Pam the funkstress | |
| * pam cuts n scratches prince: "thank you for a funky time.." * | |
| [boots] | |
| It's kinda funky.. | |
| Mat machine-gun kelly! |
| zuò cí : Riley, Warren | |
| Chorus: boots repeat 2x | |
| It ain' t indonesia, china white | |
| Purplehaired thai, big h delight | |
| Take my shit we gon' have to fight | |
| I' m always rollin' dirty so be actin' right | |
| boots | |
| I' m bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire | |
| More strikes than a teachin' staff' s fight for pay hikes | |
| Like cleats wit' spikes i clings to my turf tight | |
| Get, low like a smurf might earth is my birthright | |
| You salivate at the sound of the bell | |
| I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk | |
| Nickelplated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell | |
| When i' m shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail | |
| When i shoot, fuhrman scoot i' m yellin', " gimme all the loot!" | |
| Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don' t compute | |
| Chillin' in a house of ill repute | |
| But is you wearin' canvasols or purplepinstripe suits? | |
| Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics | |
| Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick | |
| Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin' | |
| Changed my name to valerie so i can get wic | |
| Savage storm troopers be less than seducive | |
| Jailtime producin', silly lilliputians! | |
| This gulliver, come equipped with a fo' fo' | |
| And twelve comrades in a box chev' fo' do' | |
| Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render | |
| And we don' t give a fuck if we missin a fender | |
| Mix it in a blender, you ain' t home return to sender | |
| Can' t be saved by cokenders or a public defender | |
| This ain' t no macrobiotic chemical colonic | |
| This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic | |
| Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted | |
| Come and get some, if you ain' t got it | |
| Chorus | |
| boots | |
| Exexexexexexhilirating! | |
| I accuse you of niggahating! | |
| And exploitating for profit making.. don' t cop a plea | |
| Cause i' m bdoubleot, from the cou the p | |
| I feel my epedermis at it' s firmest just befo' a skirmish | |
| If you want green like kermit keep it heated like a thermos | |
| Aspired to be famous, puttin fire in their anus | |
| Made the rulin' class hate us more than child support payments | |
| To rosemary' s baby, shickashickshady!! | |
| Pissin' in your gumbo and they tell you, " it' s all gravy!" | |
| See you can' t trust a big grip and a smile | |
| And i slang rocks but palestinian style | |
| Now there' s a rumble in the jungle never mumble though i humble | |
| Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble | |
| Who' s pimpin', your bundle? i' m _fly_ like, seth brundle | |
| If you' re snitchin' to columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble | |
| Now what you make is pointohone percent of what the boss make | |
| And what the boss take is keepin' us from livin' great | |
| If this ain' t straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate | |
| You better have a crew to help you shutdown his estate | |
| Don' t get frustrated, discombobulated | |
| Don' t stand and debate it, get a mob and take it! | |
| Til then it' s food stamps, vouchers, mildewsmellin' couches | |
| Overturned garbage cans wit' no oscar the grouches | |
| Makin' money sellin plastic pouches | |
| As mystikal would say, " my flo' is covered wit' roaches!" | |
| Absotively, posolutely, can' t do without it | |
| The shipment is delivered, come and get it if you bout it! | |
| Chorus | |
| bridge | |
| Systematic playahation | |
| Green paper complications | |
| Got my ass an education | |
| Can i get an application?? | |
| boots | |
| Pam the funkstress | |
| pam cuts n scratches prince: " thank you for a funky time.." | |
| boots | |
| It' s kinda funky.. | |
| Mat machinegun kelly! |