Gunsmoke - The Coup

I be having homicide running through my mind

Don’t know what’s up with me

Shit fuck with me all the time

Eating at my spine

A motherfucka in my prime

How you gonna get yours

When you’re too busy getting mine

Now who is this murderous criminal

Coming through

If you think it’s E-Roc the subliminals

Is working on you

There’s thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge

Can’t go straight or budge

I got a bloody grudge

Dead bodies lying all around me

But the real murderers ain’t never got no bounty

County coroners be spittin' out statistics

With this ass if you think this

Blast is coming from my residential district

There’s something that I think you should know

It’s the motherfucking Coup we from the eastside «O»

Peep my flow creep by slow

See all my folks is broke

Survivors for the crushes of the low

Take a whiff and smell the gunsmoke

I’m getting white hairs

From the nightmares everynight

Cos somebody’s got a contract

On my life

Im in a gang that’s in an all out war

They jump me in when

They knife my umbilical cord

So it begins with a slap on the ass

Now you in the working class trick

You here so fast we already made your casket

Wallet gots one buck

So the phrase gun suck

Gets hella tired

Cats ain’t the only motherfuckas getting fried

Skeletons deep down in the ocean

Cos them slave ships had that three stop motion

Face down, floating on the Mississippi river

Burning crosses and motherfuckas saying die nigga die nigga

It all started when we start producing scratch

Some of my homies got no legs attached

Without no food up in the fridge

You ain’t go never have peace

Cos with a trigger

You can finger fuck without no grease

I said fuck the whole judge and the jury

My mind got delirous

My eyes got blurry

Had my uncle strapped to the chair

Hands oxtied

Breathing in gas

Breathing out carbon monoxide

Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel

Cos ain’t no billionaires on the murder trial

Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile

So march your ass to the gas chambers single file

Whos the biggest problem that they show on the tv?

More peoples die of starvation and TB

See me with an angry face and a beanie

Cos my relationship with Uncle Sam is steamy

Its what I’ve been through

I’m like Cinque

What I got you got to get it put it in you

The ruling class was cut throat since fresh off the boat

Show em we ain’t no joke

Let them choke off the gunsmoke