The Coup (USA) - 20,000 Gun Salute lyrics

* Beavis and bu*thead sample * [bu*thead] Whoa! Uh-heheh-heheh, uh-heheh That kicked ASS! [Beavis] Yeah yeah heh yeah That was fly * DJ Pam the Funkstress starts cuttin up "That was fly" * Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X) 20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute This slug's for Newt - shut your mouth, don't pollute Army of down motherf**ers, sh** we tryin to recruit! [Boots] See now we're talkin systematic, mack mechanics, decomposin Chosen, representatives, from the ho's been known to act wit Pimp theatrics, a tactic necessary In fact they wanna have us buyin from the commissary This commentary's for my folks under involuntary servitude Cause bosses don't be servin you your monetary Pervin you like rum'n'dairy pulsin through your capillaries Some inherit green, the rest just get our folks to bury I'm abolitionary, wishin the judiciary Say this year for merry merry, free the penitentiary! Peoples gon' rumble as long as stomachs grumble And crack pipes tumble over asphault that's crumbled Hundreds come in bundles and, hop is mixed with funnels Cause babies wit shoes too small gon' stumble This composition is sedition, opposition to the rulin cla** Wishin they could detonate us hooked to the ignition Keep my slacks creased to punch the clock for the beast As my rent don't cease, his pockets get obese Can't have inner peace without havin a piece When the stepped on step up, we let the dragon release Chorus [Boots] Disaster! The filthy rich ba*tards wanna milk yo' a** Faster, ask fuh, no salvation comin from the damn pastor Old ladies play canasta, under roofs of cracker plaster Little kids dive in the trash for discarded Dutch Masters Dead potnahs on mural walls Homeless kids takin baths up in gas station urinals sh** the system can't cure it all If everybody had a job then stock value's sure to fall Hundred million neck slashes, so these facists Can make sho' that they check cashes, let's get ma**ive Wage struggle as direct cla**es, on just how we gonna Overthrow they b**h a**es, give whiplashes From the force as we make it tight, and ignite The flames of takin over daily life, make it a right To have food, threads and homestead And Pac Bell won't ever cut your phone dead -- we own it! But these business that love payin minimum wage Ain't gon' let you take they sh** unless you showin the gauge And if you do it by yourself they gon' put you in a cage If you in a rage, please meet me on the same page, with a Chorus