Boots Riley - Takin' These lyrics

[Intro (Repeat)] Come up, come up mane [Verse 1: E-Roc] Get it up, I mean give it up fool Now give me those minerals and those j**els Because its me, the E on the attack and I'm back with this jack, and Coming up on some products that I'm lacking [Verse 2: Boots Riley] Well I'm that other ruthless type of brother Oh, you ain't heard about my antics? sh**, I ran cliques throughout history That left the U.S. frantic Get us all romantic Before they f**ed us I got a hand trick With the Glock for these busters [Verse 3: E-Roc] Four hundred years ago fool where is my gold? The year is '94 black folks ain't taking it no more We on the rise, the Coup is not the bad guys You know, taking from the rich giving it back to the poor So, yo, put your two faced a** on the floor and get real I can't feed my family with a Happy Meal [Verse 4: Boots Riley] To the rescue but not Lone Ranger with the la**o I got the 9mm pointed at your a**hole So Mr. IBM, give it up smooth (smooth) Cause this time then your bowels gonna move See, it's a family thing, so don't even trip My cousin J.D. got the nine And my mama got the extra clip So please, oh please, oh please give me them Nikes and free cheese And while your on them knees, break me off of my G's Cause... [Hook] We are takin' these if you please (Cheerio) We are takin' these if you don't please (Check it out) [Verse 5: Boots Riley] Knock, knock, knock, mothaf**a let me in I just wanna kick it in your big a** den And if you don't like it, take two to the chin And show me to the kitchen cause my kids is getting dizzy I don't have to talk sh** about packing a gat, in fact You could get bucked by any other motherf**er where I live at Hear that? Money here is crystal clear, punk f** that fiscal year junk Meet the pistol grip pump, pistol grip pump, meet Mr. Rockafella We gonna take him out, do him like Old Yella It's been too damn long, these profits ain't been mutual That's why today it won't be business as usual [Verse 6: E-Roc] Call me the Repo Man I'mma make it equal and I'm get you if yo play my little sequel can I know you're down with the Klan But you must understand You did the crime So now its time to put this 9 in my hand So put the money in the bag and 86 the tricks Don't forget to add grits with those afro picks And free licks on that a** Cause my a** ain't living fat Boots you got my back? Where the f** you at? [Verse 7: Boots Riley] I'm getting ammunition out the Pinto hatchback Refer to this as "Operation Snatchback" Because I got the fat sacks, hollow tips to distribute equally So who's the n***as, thugs, and pimps you mention frequently? Gank me with frequency, now I know you got mail And if my Glock fails Take a sip of this molotov co*ktail Oh, is that your Rolls Royce? Come off up them keys cause we are taking these Even if you don't please [Hook] [Verse 8: E-Roc] (How does it feel when you got no food?) Take out the supermarkets so the people wouldn't feel the move (How does it feel when you got no cash?) How the f** you think it feel when your pocket's singing "Make it last"? [Verse 9: Boots Riley] I choose to rock the boat instead Rock the Vote And threw the mayor's body in the bay To see if it would sink or float You try to be the Mack to me, you can't we got agility We taking factories, production plants, and all facilities We got a gang of motherf**as who done ate their Wheaties No peace treaties, you swimming in your own feces Screwed us, now you're through with us and don't need us Shoulda used a rubber cause this sh** develop like a fetus [Verse 10: E-Roc] Sixteen carloads packed full of chicken I'm riding shotgun and my trigger finger's itchin' This sh** is real, we got the Infamil Finsta to drop it off at the spot at 23rd and Foothill I gives a f** if you the Army, Navy, or Marines Ain't sh** to lose cuz you broke and packin' Uzi magazines I seen the po-po (pull the trigger) and flip the birdies 6 feet in the dirt Cause I guess he hadn't heard that... [Hook]