The Magic Clap - The Coup

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Magic Clap

It’s like a hotwire, baby

When we put it together

When the sparks fly

We’ll ignite the future forever

This is the last kiss Martin ever gave to Coretta

It’s like a paparazzi picture when I flash my Beretta

I got scars on my back

The truth on my tongue

I had the money in my hand when that alarm got rung

We wanna breathe fire and freedom from our lungs

Tell Homeland Security

We are the bomb

Hurry up, get in, close the do'

This here the meeting for the overthrow

Waiting on that concrete rose to grow

Doing lines that ain’t quotable

Counting up all that dough you owe

You ain’t sposed to know its opposable

We are not disposable

Muscle up kid

We got blows to throw

Til the folks have risen

There’ll be no decision

We make the motor move

They chauffer driven

Right now we can’t shine right like a broken prism

I figured out the 14th is a broke amendment

Good evening

Tonight we bring to you

Worn out streets that’ll sing to you

.45 shells that’ll dance to the beats

Stomachs so loud it’ll cancel the speech

Checks that vanish if you blink an eye

Grace getting locked in the clink to die

A salary cap on a birth certificate

Notarized lies that burst in triplicate

Morning prayers for the car to start

A man and a whiskey in a heart-to-heart

Hope in a track suit to flash and run

While agony chases with a badge and gun

Poetry shouted from the squeal of the bus breaks

Hands in the air try to feel for an escape

Flash in my eyes like candid snaps

When we slap back, it’s the magic clap