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The Coup - "The Guillotine"
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Coup
The Coup
Interprète
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Claquements de mains
Damion Gallegos
Damion Gallegos
Guitare
Alina Hubbard-Riley
Alina Hubbard-Riley
Chant
Gabby La La
Gabby La La
Chant
Mycull Myculls
Mycull Myculls
Chant
Nicos Hubbard-Riley
Nicos Hubbard-Riley
Chant
Pam the Funkstress
Pam the Funkstress
Claquements de mains
Rachel Antony-Levine
Rachel Antony-Levine
Chant
Xola Fischer-Riley
Xola Fischer-Riley
Chant
Jeff RJFski
Jeff RJFski
Batterie
B'Nai Rebelfront
B'Nai Rebelfront
Guitare
Mike Tiger
Mike Tiger
Synthétiseur
Silke
Silke
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Composition
Damion Gallegos
Damion Gallegos
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Production
Damion Gallegos
Damion Gallegos
Production
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We want to thank you for flying with us We know you coulda stayed home, just cried and cussed May all your guns go off if it's time to bust May all they tanks have time to rust They got the armies turning bullets into gold They got the hookers turning tricks in the cold And every time the police kicks in a door An angel gas break dips in the O And even if a d-boy flips him a O It ain't enough to buy shit anymore Sleep in the doorway, piss on the floor Look in the sky, wait for missiles to show It's finna blow cause They got the TV, we got the truth They own the judges and we got the proof We got hella people, they got helicopters They got the bombs and we got the, we got the We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run Don't talk about it It's not a show Be about it It's 'bout to blow Don't talk about it It's not a show Be about it It's 'bout to blow I just spit the dope lines, I don't snort 'em Tell the boss to call police to escort him You don't write all them lines, you just quote 'em Get offline, plug in to this modem No, you can't out-vote 'em The rules is still golden Only jewels we holding is if we guarding our scrotum If you press your ear to the turf that is stolen You can hear the sound of limitations exploding Please sir, may we have another portion? We're children of the beast that dodged the abortion Neck placed firm 'tween the floor and the Florsheim We'll shut your shit down, don't call it extortion Caution -- we're coming for your head So call the Feds and get files to shred Every textbook read said bring you the bread But guess what we got you instead? We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine, you better run We got the guillotine We got the guillotine Let's keep it banging like a shotgun We in a war before we fought one Now if you're tired of working from day to day A common enemy, we got one Now keep it banging like a shotgun We in a war before we fought one Now if you're tired of working from day to day A common enemy, we got one Don't talk about it It's not a show Be about it It's 'bout to blow Don't talk about it It's not a show Be about it It's 'bout to blow
Writer(s): Raymond Riley, Damion Gallegos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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