Here's another offering from The Coup. Mention of the Orange Menace, that even the other rich people don't like.

#Music #RadioRue #TheCoup

Pimps (Free Stylin at the Fortune 500 Club)

[Waiter]
Fuck No! I ain't got no Grey Poupon

[woman] Well anyway, I said that's no burglar, that's my butler
[[David Rockefeller[ ha ha ha ha ha ha
[woman] Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip. I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
[David Rockefeller] Yes. We have this thing we do with our voices. We sing like authentic rappers
[woman] Oh David, you must do it for us
[David Rockefeller[ Well, if they can make this music more funky. Let me see if I can do my voice like those rappers. (clears voice)
[David Rockefeller[ Here we go (clears voice)
[David Rockefeller[ Here we (clears voice)
[David Rockefeller[ Here we go

[Boots doing David Rockefeller doing an authentic rapper]
Well if your blind as Helen Kellar, you can see I'm David Rockefeller
So much cash, up in my bathroom is a Ready Teller
I'm outrageous, I work in stages
Like syphilis, but no need for prophylactics
I'ma up you on some mean no mad shit
Ain't buff, but my green gots amino acid
Keep my hos in check
No rebellions, if your ass occur
Shit, it wouldn't be the first time I done made a massacre, uh

Nigger please how you figure these motherfuckers like me got stocks, bonds and securities
No impurities, straight anglo-saxon when my family got they sex on
Don't let me get my flex on
Do some gansta shit make the army go to war for Exxon

Long as the money flow, I be makin' dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game, I made the rules
Flash a little cash, make you think you got class
But you really sellin' ass and ho keep off my grass less you cuttin' it
See I'm running shit
Trick
All ya motherfuckers is simps, I'm just a pimp

I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch

[woman] That is so cute. John Paul why don't you entertain us with something as well
[John Paul Getty] Well, what should I do?
[woman] Why don't you rap for us?
[John Paul Getty] N, no, no, no
David Rockefeller] Come on old boy, I did mine.
[woman] It's so... tribal.
[John Paul Getty] Well, very well.
[woman] Oh goody.
[John Paul Getty] But hold my martini. I have to do those hand gestures. We will begin at the commencement of the next measure.

[E-Roc doing John Paul Getty doing an authentic rapper]
Not get ready, I'm J.P. Getty
I'm tearin' this shit up like confetti
My money last longer than Everyready
Ain't nothing petty about cash, I never lose
This is just like the stroll, but the hos don't choose I choose you
No voodoo can hoo-do you
From getting treated like a piece of a boo boo
Who, do you think want them niggers that don't turn tricks?
The no get ho in 94 was gettin' 86'd
And all about those rebellions and riots and mishaps
I go the po pos for they daily pimp slap
The motherfucking gangsta rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mac ass already pimped his daddy
Lay you out like linoleum floors
I'm gettin' rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you whores
Makin' you eat top ramen, while I eat shrimp
Ya'll motherruckers is simps I'm just a pimp

I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch

[woman] Oh no, here he comes
[David Rokefeller] Oh don't look at him
[Donald Trump] Are you fellows rapping? I can do that reggie em or reggae type of thing you know
[woman] Well actually we were just
[Donald Trump] One, two, three and

[? doing Donald Trump doing an authentic reggae DJ]
Trump, trunk check out all the cash in all me trunk
Trump, trunk check out all the cash in all me trunk
I'm Donald Trump me tell ya, ya might have heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want all, she want this, she wanting of fun
X amount of this like they can't hear me

Hold up ya hand if you love money
Hold up ya hand if you love pigmy
Gun partna psych gonna have to kill somebody see
Because the money in my trunk they want to come get see

I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch
I bump hos that wish yo time
Son of a; Son of a bitch

[Donald Trump] Well how did you like that then?
[woman] Well we really must be leaving you
[David Rockefeller] Yes, yes, Donald it was smashing to see you again
[Donald Trump] That was something I picked up in the property I have down in the Carribean
[David Rockefeller] Oh Duvalier, yes I remember
[Donald Trump] Why don't you stick around and I'll rap some more for you
[David Rockefeller] No, I think I see Jackie, Oh Jackie, Jackie, ahh splendid to see you. He is really such a bore

[thieves]
Well look here motherfuckers we takin' all this shit
Yeah we are taking all these
You besta come off up that coat
we takin' these

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6Homo_amHQ

I went on a The Coup kick after posting one of their songs yesterday, and gave myself an #EarWorm with one of my favorites. More to follow.

#Music #RadioRue #TheCoup

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish

[Intro]
Well, what do we have here?

[Chorus]
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down

[Verse 1: Boots Riley]
It's almost 10 o'clock, see, I gotta ball of lint for property
So I slip my beanie on sloppily
And promenade out to take up a collection
I got game like I read the directions
I'm wishing that I had an automobile
As I feel the cold wind rush past
But let me state that I'm a hustler for real
So you know I got the stolen bus pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear
I see my old-school partner, said his brother got popped
Pay my respects, "can you ring the bell?" We came to my stop
The street light reflects off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the hamburger sign that turns round
Which reflects off the chrome of the BMW
Which reflects off the fact that I'm broke
Now what the fuck is new?
I need loot, I spot the motherfucka in the tweed suit
I'm in his ass quicker than a kick from a greased boot
Eased up, slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his shoulder, but he passed with no reaction
Damn this motherfucka had hella Andrew Jacksons!
I'm a thief, or pickpocket - give a fuck what you call it
Used to call 'em "fat cats," I just call them wallets
Getting Federal: ain't just a klepto
Mastercard and Visa? I gladly accept those
Sneaky motherfucka with a scam, know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets
Story just begun, but you already know
Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm already low

[Chorus]
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down

[Verse 2]
My footsteps echo in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and I hear my stomach growling
Step to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like murder
Damn, the shit I do for a free hamburger!
Well you got my number, you gon' call me tonight?
It depends: is them burgers attached to a price?
I'm just kidding, I'ma call, even write you love letters (s'all good)
Thanks for the burgers, um, hook me up with a Dr Pepper
That's cool, you want some ice?
Yeah, and some fries would be hella nice
Damn my manager's coming, play it off, okay? 'Have a nice day!'
I'm up outta here anyway
I use peoples before they use me
Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ
That's what an OG told me
Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that I just got
Came to a underground parking lot
"This place is good as any, fuck it, it's all good"
Walked in, found a car, hopped, and sat up on the hood
Ate my burger, threw back my cola
Somebody said "hey," it was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller
"Want me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me
Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamborghini
It was Rollses, Ferraris, and Jags by the dozen
A building door opened; damn, it was my cousin
Getting off of work, dressed up, no lie
Tux, cummerbund, and a black bow tie
I was like "hey!" "Who is it?" "Me"
"Oh, what's up man, I just quit this company
They hella racist and the pay was too low"
I said "right, what was up in there though?"
"A party with rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation
I know they got cabbage, owning corporations
IBM, Chrysler and shit is what they said"
Just then a light bulb went off in my head
"They be thinking all black folks is resembling
Give me your tux and I'll do some pocket-swindling"
Finna change in the bathroom and not freeze off my nuts
Lets take a short break while I get into this tux

[Pre-Chorus]
Alright, I'm ready

[Chorus]
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down

[Verse 3]
Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
I be the flyest motherfucka in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a right angle, up, silver tray in my hand
"May I interest you in some caviar, ma'am?"
My eyes shoots around the room there and here
Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Barry Manilow, Copacabana
And a strong-ass scent of stogies from Havana
Wasn't no place where a brother might've been
Snobby old ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
Alright then: let's begin this
Nights like this is good for business
Five minutes in the mix, noticed several different cliques
Talking, giggling and shit
With, one motherfucka in betwixt
And everybody else jocking him, throttling
Found out later he own Coca Cola bottling
Talking to a black man, who's he?
Confused me, looking hella bougie
Ass all tight and saditty
Recognized him as the mayor of my city
Who treats young black men like Frank Nitti
Mr Coke said to Mr Mayor: "You know, we got a process like Ice Ts hair
We put up the funds for your election campaign
And, oh, um, waiter can you bring the champagne?
Our real estate firm says opportunity's arousing
To make some condos out of low-income housing
Immediately, we need some media heat
To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet!
Harass and beat everybody till they look inebriated
When we buy the land, motherfuckas will appreciate it
Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson
My man that owns Marlboro donated a fat sum"
That's when I stepped back some to contemplate what few know
Sat down, wrestled with my thoughts like a sumo
Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy
Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community
This is how deep shit can get
It reads "macaroni" on my birth certificate
"Puddin'-Tane" is my middle name, but I can't hang
I'm getting hustled, only knowing half the game

[Outro]
Shit, how the fuck I get up out this place?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pios2RY2G_Q

Maybe you know Boots Riley for his film, Sorry to Bother You, or the series, I'm a Virgo.

But have you listened to his music with Oakland's own, The Coup?

If not, do yourself a favor and deep dive. Here's a teaser for you.

The Coup - 5,000,000 Ways to Kill a CEO

[Intro: Scratches]
Help me out
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Help me out
Yo, yo, yo, yo!

[Chorus: Boots Riley]
We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go

[Verse 1: Boots Riley]
Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin'
On the turf debatin' how to get it percolatin'
He workin' you while we happy just to work a day
But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin' (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Do your checks have elasticity?
Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity?
Did you scream and yell explicitly?
Force the boss into complicity (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
Rollin' dope fiend rentals through your residential
Broke as fuck, eatin' lentils with no utensil
Finna teach pimp class with a ho credential (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
They own sweat shops, pet cops, and fields of cola
Murder babies with they molars on the areola
Control the Pope, Dalai Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
Bump this rollin' in your bucket or your new Corolla
Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out
Yellin', "Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!"
Wanna know what this demeanor's 'bout? City tried to clean us out
Green is clout, shut 'em down, they ain't never seen a drought
You interviewed but they ain't callin' you back
And for the record I ain't called it a gat
But tuck this in the small of your back
Wait in the bathroom stall 'til I tap (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)

[Chorus: Boots Riley]
We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go

[Verse 2: Boots Riley]
'Cept this game ain't slow, it's the creeper
If you a janitor, get a street sweeper
Ugly is even skin deeper
If you can't get the Pres, get the VeePer (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner
Spillin' swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid
Flip off the lid, who you pourin fo'? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller (uh)
"Gangster of Love" just like Steve Miller
They wear skivvies that's made of chinchilla
Factory in Mexico, bought a spring villa
I'm from the land where the Panthers grew
You know the city and the avenue
If you the boss we'll be smabbin' through, and we'll be grabbin' you
To say, "Whassup with the ra-venue?" (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the
[Chorus: Boots Riley]
We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
We've got 5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go

[Verse 3: Boots Riley]
Tell him it's a boom in child prostitution
When he show up at the stroll, give him lead restitution
You could throw a twenty in a vat o' hot oil
When he jump in after it watch him boil (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
If you can find he can swim
Put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend
Videotape and the party don't end (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Tell that boogers be sellin' like crack
He gon' put the little baggies in his nose and suffocate like that
Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Make sure you ain't got no priors
Don't tell 'em that we conspired
We could let him try to change a flat tire
Or we could all at once retire (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
There are just a few of the
[Chorus: Boots Riley]
5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo', then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go

[Outro: Boots Riley]
Bay Area, get ready to brawl
Bay Area, are you ready to brawl?
L.A., get ready to brawl
L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Chi-town, get ready to brawl
Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
Atlanta, you ready to brawl?
Houston, get ready to brawl
Houston, get ready to brawl (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
New York, are you ready brawl?
New York, are you ready to brawl?
London, get ready to brawl
London, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Capetown, get ready to brawl
Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
Tokyo, get ready to brawl
Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Yeah
The Coup (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Boots Riley, Pam the Funkstress
It's really goin' down (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin'
The Coup
You know, sum'n, sum'n (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)

#Music #RadioRue #TheCoup

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtxH414tGkA

Here's the song/idea that Boots based his upcoming movie 'I Love Boosters' on.

https://youtu.be/geY-ydeYb4M

This record (Pick a Bigger Weapon) came out in 2006- this year is its 20th anniversary. So cool that now, 20 years later, Boots gets this movie out. You can hear the inspiration here.

#rap #hiphop #ILoveBoosters #BootsRiley #TheCoup #2006Albums #2006Records #NowPlaying #boosters

Doing some Coup records this morning. This track has both Black Thought and Talib Kweli. 🔥

https://youtu.be/ilhQQvRH3oQ

#rap #hiphop #TheCoup #BootsRiley #BlackThought #TalibKweli #NowPlaying

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #KEXP's #StreetSounds

The Coup:
🎵 ijustwannalayaroundalldayinbedwithyou

#TheCoup

https://open.spotify.com/track/2YC0oTQhwtJPW3Xb4EuVi7

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #KEXP's #AfternoonShow

The Coup:
🎵 The Stand

#TheCoup

https://longislandemo.bandcamp.com/track/free-my-mind

🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #KEXP's #StreetSounds

The Coup feat. dead prez:
🎵 Get Up

#TheCoup #deadprez

https://kemetic7ntr.bandcamp.com/track/get-up-the-coup-feat-dead-prez

https://open.spotify.com/track/2aDuSUFJvFYJa5ho75pHVU

🎶 show playlist 👇
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2cVwGPN1WK78W1iCP1qIWH

🎶 KEXP playlist 👇
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6VNALrOa3gWbk794YuIrwg

The Magic Clap
by #TheCoup

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

#music #PoliticalMusic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaFQw52wJug