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[Boots Riley:] Well I got a new kind of square dance rap Gon' talk smack, flash my gat I'm fin' to spit and hold my dick And heat shit up like a thermostat Grab your partner by the chaps Give your partner a pimp slap To symbolize, the ghetto trap Step to the right, give three claps Kids jam packed in tenement shacks Ain't shit cookin on the stove but crack This is the bat this hell begat Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs [Chorus: Boots Riley] Two by two, Promenade Duck from a B1 bomber raid Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made Banks get paid off petrol trade Circulate, dosey-do How much cash could a O-Z grow? Till all are fed and all have beds My skin is black, my star is red [Boots Riley:] FBI comin round the outside SongtexteWhich one of us fin' to die tonight? Is we fin' to fight over crumbs to bite Or make a whole motherfuckin world ignite? Everybody throw them bows Right upside your partner's nose By now you've got bloody clothes Crabs in the barrel so the story goes Think of all their savage acts Grabbin scratch from average cats Bureaucrats with strings attached Walk in the place, light the match [Chorus] [Solo by Tom Morello] [Boots Riley:] Everybody get down low Bout the level, of your toes These dance moves we usually do Are not the ones that we have chose Grab on to that beat and grind Try your best to stay alive We can't run, we can't hide Might as well just stay and fight! [Chorus] [Guitar solo] [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania