Lyrics The Stand - The Coup

This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin′ demands

Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams

As saltwater drips from my oculars
I got the urge to just squeeze on the glock and burst
My fingertips wipe away my teardrops, I curse
You diggin′ in my purse, so may you rock a hearse

This feeling's popular, cause peoples' kids need socks and shirts
And if you po′ you get whopped the worst
Hopes of Hollywood endings without plot the first
Be happy all I did so far is drop a verse

See I′m old school, like coke lines and LP covers
Learned how to hustle, didn't run when the heat hovers
Fist to my heart, warm embrace how I greet others
Cookin′ with no lights make my +Fishburne+ like _Deep Cover_

Keep cover cause I'm fin′sta spray
I go from sun up to sun down and miss the day
You been sayin' for months that you gon′ fix my pay
While the hours of my life get pissed away

This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin' demands

Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams

Weed and dope, speed and hope
When we bleedin′ broke, we get keyed and cope
When ecstasy pills don′t stop SBC bills
We get all depressed like we need a rope

Poundin' walls, can′t handle it
Ten days with the candles lit
When the fridge cheese green and the pocket cheese silver
Ain't no hustle too scandalous

And I′m a champion, at runnin' my mouth
But I′ll be campin' if I'm kicked out the house
So here′s my anthem, sing it to the music or shout
I forfeit the rat race to start the 12 round bout

I got your damn IOU in my hand
Thinkin′ of things I could do with two grand
But I'ma light it with a Bic, then use it as a wick
To burn your shit down cause I′m through with you, man
'Lest you pay me

This is the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now meet the rubber on my shoe or meet my fuckin′ demands

Here's the place where I take my stand
Take my stick and draw a line in the sand
Show my hand, initiate the actions planned
Now gimme time for assault or gimme back my clams

Mama never raised no punks, no
Brawlin′ but not crawlin'
Time to put my all in

Mama never raised no punks, no
Brawlin' but not crawlin′
We starvin′ but y'all ballin′