The Coup- The Magic Clap

The Magic Clap
its 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
its 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

hurry up, get in, close the do'
this here the meeting for the overthrow
waitin on that concrete rose to grow
doin lines that aint quotable
countin up all that dough you owe
you aint sposed to know its opposable
we are not disposable
muscle up kid
we got blows to throw
til the folks have risen
there'll be no decision
we make the motor move
they chauffer driven
right now we can't shine right like a broken prism
i figured out the 14th is a broke amendment
good evening
tonight we bring to you
worn out streets that'll sing to you
.45 shells that'll dance to the beats
stomachs so loud it'll cancel the speech
checks that vanish if you blink an eye
grace gettin locked in the clink to die
a salary cap on a birth certificate
notarized lies that burst in triplicate
morning prayers for the car to start
a man and a whiskey in a heart-to-heart
hope in a track suit to flash and run
while agony chases with a badge and gun
poetry shouted from the squeal of the bus breaks
hands in the air try to feel for an escape
flash in my eyes like candid snaps
when we slap back it's the magic clap