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​Gunsmoke

This song is by The Coup and appears on the album Genocide & Juice (1994).

Original video
Come on, let's go
Put this under your belt

(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke


I be having homicide running through my mind
Don't know what's up with me, shit fuck with me all the time
Eating at my spine mothafucka in my prime
How you gonna get yours when you're too busy getting mine?

Now look, is this murderous criminal coming through
If you think it's E-Roc then the subliminals is working on you
There's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
Can't come straight from fudge, I got a bloody grudge

Dead bodies lying all around me
But the real murderers ain't never got no bounty
Count it coroners as we sitting as statistics
With this ass if you think this blast is coming from my residential district

There's something that I think you should know
It's the motherfucking Coup, we from the east side O
Peep my flow creep by slow, see all my folks is broke
Survival for the cautious and the low, take a whiff and smell my gunsmoke

(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke


I'm getting white hairs from the nightmares every night
'Cause somebody got a contract on my life
I'm in a gang that's in an all out war
They drop me in when they knife my umbilical cord

So it begins with a slap on the ass
Now you in in the workin' class, trick
You here so fast we already made your casket
While it's got one buck
So the phrase gunshot gets hella tide
Can't take the only mothafuckas getting fried

Skeletons deep down in the ocean
'Cause them slave ships had that three stop motion
Coast down Fulton on the Mississippi River
Burning crosses and mothafuckas saying, "Die nigga. Die nigga."

It all started when we start producing scratch
Some of my homies got no legs attached
Without no food up in the fridge, you ain't go never have peace
'Cause with a trigger, you can finger fuck without no grease

(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke


Off to the war
Off to the war
Off to the war
Off, off, off to the war

I say fuck the whole judge and the jury
My mind got delirious, my eyes got blurry
Had my uncle strapped to the chair, hands ox-tied
Breathing in gas, breathing out carbon monoxide

Whole system's stacked like a loaded bowel
'Cause ain't no billionaires on the murder trial
Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile
So march your ass through the gas chambers single file

Who's the biggest problem that they show on the tv?
My peoples die of starvation and TB
See me with an angry face and a beanie
'Cause my relationship with Uncle Sam is steamy

It's what I've been through, I'm like Sincue
What I got, you got to get, it put it in you
The ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat
Show 'em we ain't no joke, let them choke off the gunsmoke

(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky) Smell the gunsmoke
(Funky, f-f-f-funky)
(Funky, f-f-f-funky)

Written by:

Raymond Riley Wikipedia16

annotations:

Mississippi River Wikipedia16 / Uncle Sam Wikipedia16 / Wikipedia article Wikipedia16 / Wikipedia article Wikipedia16 / Wikipedia article Wikipedia16 /