[Verse 1]
1,1,1 1-2
Always stay coup, whenever I come through
Write like sun tzu, stay tight like nuns do
Insight a fight on a night that’s comfortable
Change ya point of view to something new, so what ya wanna do
Too many rappers singing, too many singers rapping
Ante up or cash in, my goons in the back and
ready to attack them Can’t get any traction,
Your asscrack backwards, backpack rappers
Chillie con queso, show me the pesos
Or go another way ho, fake money, play dough
You want a change of pace slow, get what you pay fo’
Uh, so go ahead and tell me what I cook like
Raekwon the chef, given you the crooked eye
Looking like the type, that would run a hooker dry
Must’ve mistook the guy as someone who took ya life
[Verse 2]
Hol up, never trust the government
You hear ‘em talking bout the coup kids on some other shit
I run this bitch, all I need is an axe and a drum kit
You dumb shit, we on top like Donald Trump’s wig
Getting so much money, think I’m Donald Trump’s kid
The Woody Allen of this rap shit, all I got are classics
I put you on blast, like Fox News fascist
You bastard, try some new tactics
I’m sort of like, smoking while pumping gas
Blow up in your face, like what the fuck was that
Mustard gas, along with a couple blasts
Running fast, now you got a troubled past
One time, can we talk our shit
Three Ohio kids, trying to carve our niche
Who cares if it’s good, as long we make it loud
Coup Kids, rule shit, watch us make it out
credits
from The Coup Kids,
released August 6, 2013
Lyrics: Goose
Guitars: Coup Eric
Bass: Tyler Wise
Drum Programming: Ryan Stone
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