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The Coup

The Coup is a political hip hop group based in Oakland, California. It formed as a three-member group in 1990 with emcees Raymond "Boots" Riley and E-Roc along with DJ Pam the Funkstress. E-Roc left on amicable terms after the group's second album but appears on the track "Breathing Apparatus" on The Coup's third album, Steal This Album. With the release of that album in 1998, The Coup began incorporating the live instrumentation from their recordings into their live show. The Coup has, since that time, been a full band. more »

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1993

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*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking* 
"Do you know what's green?" 
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches Cypress Hill "puffin on a blunt"* 
[Boots] 
Last night I puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt 
Cause I done said this ten times befo' 
That when my life has come to a crescendo, I would let that indo go 
But I'm still kissin it like I'm under the mistletoe 
So here we go I'm Mork'in with the steady swagger 
Speakin with a stunt, steady stagger preachin with a Southern drawl 
That sounds like Jimmy Swaggart coughed and played it off 
Said I know I'm flippin since the last one G my laces are tied 
So you can't trip with me, I remember 1988 December 
Someone said, "Puff on this before you go up in her" 
So I did it and I guess it must have did the trick 
She enjoyed it so I guess I must have rocked the clit 
Felt like a man and I loved her with an indo trip 
Don't know why, cause I couldn't even feel my dick 
Ego trip lasted and I'm always gettin blasted but it's drastic 
Cause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kicked 
Can't buy it with plastic so I'm off to drain the vein for days 
I get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stink 
Call myself a saint, cause I won't touch a bowl of food 
I gives a f*ck, just don't interrupt my Looney Tunes 
This afternoon cause I can find a job anytime 
Step off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers state of mind 
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both Be Illin' 
I smoked that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar billin 
And I'm willing to admit that when provoked I smoke to cope 
But if I didn't take a toke I'd be leadin a street revolt 
So I make a mental note, and to my frustration 
I decide I can't do shit about the situation 
Put the spliff to my lips, flick the Bic and it's on hit 
Coulda been my last blunt... but I can't quit 
Cause then I have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shit 
Squeezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cow's tit 
But on the flip tip I know I gotta get a grip 
Even though in high school he used to be hip 
*coughing* 
But shit I'm hockin spit like I thought it was worth somethin 
My throat can't take no more, no future in my frontin 
But it's rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints 
That's why I been on the bench for marijuana to this point 
But it don't faze me though I take it lacadaisical 
It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow 
But I'm an old bro, I done passed two decades 
I'm wearin shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze 
Caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly 
Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches and no safety pins 
Now I'm pennin rhymes about gettin on the wagon 
And I get skittish when I think of how the British 
Put the opium in Asia, fat one to that tactic 
Gankin black folks while they daze ya, if you're gettin perved 
You're gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonic 
Brothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it's ironic 
Cause we're not gettin fucked up, we're just gettin FUCKED 
Shit out of luck and we're stuck with our mind in a muck 
So don't duck the situation cause I used to smoke fat Taylors 
Til I figured out that the ganjah was a jailor 
Wait a, minute, while I get up in a funky situation 
The Coup is coming through, and there's no hallucination 
So what the f*ck they say that junk is good for meditation 
If you smoke a sack, take some Ex-Lax it's mental constipation 
There's no hesitation when I'm talkin bout political friction 
Stoppin evictions 
Government made afflictions and I have an addiction 
That's a big contradiction so I must confront it 
Cause ain't no revolution gonna come from a blunt 
*singers sing "Put the blunt down, oooh-ooh!" 2X* 
My partner's cousin's uncle got killed by a shooter 
I'm depressed so there's a rumor Boots is gonna hit the buddah 
Mary Jane will be alone tonight the only type of hit in sight 
Comes from Pam the Funkstress, give it to her 
*DJ Pam cuts and scratches "blunt"*

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