THE COUP – DIG IT

Lyrics

Presto, read the Communist Manifesto Guerillas in the Mist, a Guevara named Ernesto, so (E-Roc: What a brother with a afro know?) Yo, go and flow for the mack and be the hoe so grow cause the lynchin brothers might get hung Better rip through em from the tip of my mouth/Mao, say/Tse-Tung/tongue Deficit (money spent) catch the glint (E-Roc: of my nine as they cut welfare twenty-five percent) And I dissent, as I clench and raise my fist (We did away with, that) so you could get with this Here's a twist cause we'll overthrow like Kwame N'Krumah Spread around the wealth as if it were a, vicious rumor Pam, cuts a record like a surgeon cuts a tumor from a brain (E-Roc: We're all cooped up so feel the pain) from four hundred years of exploitation Anesthesia provided by your local TV station Patience is not a virtue (I ain't waitin) Turn this shit over like Bush did a boatload of Haitians *DJ Pam cuts and scratches "Dig It!"* How now Brown Cow I'm down with the Mau Mau Clown downtown tried to put us in the dog pound like H. Rap Brown with the situation (Won't get no callouses) cause I'm spittin dialectical analysis So how is this, we never had no Funk until you found out that I turned to revolutionary hunk (Chump!) Bump you over like dominoes, rat (E-Roc: So free Geronimo Gi Jaga Pratt!) Lyrics hear it fear it can't get near it got a sample didn't clear it Point Blank says, "Fuck five-oh!" That's the spirit Cheer it, spat out, the fat that I consumed Knew that I was doomed since my date of birth to be the wretched of the earth, never had a Dream that was American (The golden ?leg to chair again?) Despair again (But that ain't nuthin new) Told the streets were paved with gold Whoever paved that shit got minimum wage too! *DJ Pam cuts and scratches "Dig It!"* "Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?" (repeat 3X) "Do you understand, do you understand..." (E-Roc: Gunned us, stunned us) exploited and they hung us I'd like to take a moment to say, "Fuck Columbus!" (Millions off my back) the black on black crisis is a myth The crack that did this to us (was the one from the whip) The record skip, the record skip, the record ship *SCRATCH* The record skips, cause my voice is kinda scratchy from yelling, "Oh shit!" when five-oh comes to harass me They never pass me, no one to go and tail bro (E-Roc: Trying to kill the movement with the new CoIntelPro) Leaders they killed, if I said it, it would threaten em They only see my back because I'm three steps ahead of em We're not fallin in the slot you slated (E-Roc: We realize that our power's nickel-plated) Masses move as well as asses do, class is through Our time is over, past it's due (And you still wanna know) the origin of the flow OAKLAND CALIFORNIA NINE-FOUR-SIX-ONE-OH *DJ Pam cuts "Dig It!" (Yeah, The Coup, comin at you in ninety-three!) Yeah, and we out y'all... "Do you understand, the metaphoric phrase?" (repeat 3X) "Do you understand, do you understand..."

Paroles (Traduction)

Presto, lis le Manifeste communiste Guérilleros dans la brume, un Guevara nommé Ernesto, alors (E-Roc : Qu'est-ce qu'un frère avec une afro sait ?) Allez, laisse-toi emporter et déchaîne-toi pour le mack et sois la salope qui grandit car les frères lynchés pourraient être pendus Mieux les déchirer du bout de ma langue/Mao, dit/Tse-Tung/langue Déficit (argent dépensé) attrape l'éclat (E-Roc : de mon neuf alors qu'ils réduisent les aides sociales de vingt-cinq pour cent) Et je dissens, alors que je serre le poing et le lève (Nous avons fait disparaître cela) pour que tu puisses te joindre à ça Voici une torsion car nous renverserons comme Kwame N'Krumah Répandre la richesse comme si c'était une rumeur vicieuse Pam, coupe un disque comme un chirurgien coupe une tumeur du cerveau (E-Roc : Nous sommes tous enfermés alors ressens la douleur) de quatre cents ans d'exploitation L'anesthésie fournie par votre station de télévision locale La patience n'est pas une vertu (Je n'attends pas) Retourne cette merde comme Bush l'a fait avec un bateau de Haïtiens *DJ Pam coupe et gratte "Dig It!"* Comment ça va, la vache brune Je suis avec les clowns Mau Mau en ville ont essayé de nous mettre à la fourrière comme H. Rap Brown avec la situation (N'auront pas de callosités) car je crache une analyse dialectique Alors comment est-ce, nous n'avions jamais eu de Funk jusqu'à ce que tu découvres que je suis devenu un rebelle (Naze !) Te renverser comme des dominos, rat (E-Roc : Alors libère Geronimo Gi Jaga Pratt !) Les paroles entendent la peur, ne peuvent pas s'en approcher, ont un échantillon non autorisé Point Blank dit, "Fuck five-oh !" C'est l'esprit Encourage

Thématique Inégalités sociales

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Exploitation, Travail

Entités normées Boots Riley, Pam The Funkstress, The Coup