The Coup (USA) - The Shipment lyrics

[Hook - Boots Riley] It ain't Indonesia, China White Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight Take my sh** we gon' have to fight I'm always rolling dirty so be acting right [Verse 1 - Boots] I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignite More strikes than a teaching staff's fight for pay hikes Like cleats with 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 swell Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell When I'm shooting off my mouth the politicians start to bail When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot; I'm yelling, "Gimme all the loot!" Bourgeoisie pimping me, now my digits don't compute Chilling in a house of ill repute But is you wearing camasols or purple-pinstripe suits? Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick Sweat oozing my skin just to get another fin Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducing Jail time producing, silly Lilliputians! This Gulliver come equipped with a fo'-fo' And twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do' Skirting down the strip with a mission to render And we don't give a f** if we missing 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 political-symphonic-lyrical-narcotic Something much mo' potent that we plotted Come and get some, if you ain't got it [Hook] [Verse 2] Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating! I accuse you of ni**a-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 epidermis at it's firmest just before a skirmish If you want green like Kermit keep it heated like a Thermos Aspired to be famous, putting fire in their an*s Made the ruling cla** hate us more than child support payments To Rosemary's Baby; shick-a-shick-shady!! Pissing 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'm humble Couple rappers took a tumble but my folks still want to rumble Who's pimping your bundle? I'm fly like Seth Brundle If you're snitching 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 keeping us from living great If this ain't straight you think you wanna sit down and negotiate You better have a crew to help you shut down 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-smelling couches Overturned garbage cans with no Oscar the Grouches Making money selling 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! [Hook] [Bridge - The 2 Sistas] Systematic playa-hation Green paper complications Got my a** an education Can I get an application??