Song | The Shipment |
Artist | The Coup |
Album | Steal This Double Album |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 **** 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! |
zuo ci : 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 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! |
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 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! |