Lyrics Swervin - The Coup

Now? FBI monitors with no feedback
See me on the street, ask me where the weed at
Or the coke I don't sell, I yell, they don't believe that
Set me up for running, breathin' like a Sleestak
Run into a car and almost bent my knee back
'S better than the cell where my lawyer's fee stack
Run into a liquor store, they ask what you do
Wearin' FUBU, I'm with my man Nduku
The bag don't come through
I said, "Merci beaucoup"
If they ask you was I runnin', tell them bastards I flew
Made it to the hood, plans to catch a few flicks
Police did a raid, terrorizin' through shit
Bustin' dope-eatin' mommas while they makin' Cool Whip
Face down, gettin' dirt on my back-to-school fit
My neighbor next to me got black and blue lips
When the fuse lit, you gona see the view flip
Kick our boot up they ass, ask 'em if the shoe fit
Till then they wanna see us pushing up tulips
Press my nuts so much, shit, I think I'm sterile
Got up, brush the gravel off my apparel
This girl Sheryl got parole violation
Said she was high 'cause of pupil dilation
If you never been to jail, now, since infinity
You'll get searched livin' in this vicinity
Or harassed, beat to shit, I mean the livin' daylights
Wouldn't be no dope slangin' if McDonald's paid right
The ruling class shit's dope to you and me
And don't get arrested, is this lunacy?
Or is it pimp-lomatic immunity?
Is it a war on drugs, or just my community?

Now who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I starts to swerve

Who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about it in the car and I starts to swerve

I got a communist plot to get the federales hot
So many cops'd run and flock, it's been?
You got a flake and two rocks, and two G's in the shoebox
'Cause was it after two knocks, you hurdled fences in your socks

This is for my gente, keep it caliente
Let's send the presidente on a one-way trip to Kaiser Permanente
Not a teacher, but a sensei
These rhymes are for battle, plus you gotta get the rent paid
I bust a donut up in front of Winchell's, make this police state officials
Cause they talk differential
Now it's essential, these rhymes ain't provincial
Coroners call our bodies white chalk stencils
Broke as fuck eatin' lentils with no utensil
That type o' shit motivated my pencil

Police are the fists of the imperial
I'm spittin' through your stereo
Babies need cereal
Folks need currency
My job got a crowd wavin' applications fervently
Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected
Guess they goin' have to hustle 'til the new prison get erected
And now they? unemployment street
They'll be makin' microchips for two dollars a week
And they'll be packin' us in there in droves and fleets
And Channel Two gon' call it "cleanin' up the streets"

Now who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in in the car and I starts to swerve

Who gets paper and who gets perved
Who gets slapped and who gets served
This type o' shit get on my last nerve
I think about in the car and I starts to swerve

Now who gets paper and... who gets perved?
Who gets slapped and... who gets served?
This type o' shit get... on my last nerve
I think about in the car and I... starts to swerve.