The Coup - Mindf** lyrics

[Chorus] They're givin us a mind f** They don't have to put our hands in cuffs They can tell us stay put and that's enough We bust, they feel the earth vibratin It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation Mind f**; they don't have to put our hands in cuffs They can tell us stay put and that's enough We bust, they feel the earth vibratin It ain't a earthquake, we just need a new equation The fog rolls in like the thickest cream Nightfall comes and the crickets scream Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes Cement lies and white picket dreams The pain on his face is glistening No one's eyes are listening 'Til his 44 starts whistling Hairs on necks bristling You can holla so loud 'til the silence comes Ask that hustler with the Midas tongue He was born after you but not quite as young Waitin for the day when the fighters come She said, "Seem like traffic lights is always red" "Your application's on file," is all they said She wish the great leaders wasn't always dead She could resurrect 'em inside of her instead [Chorus] He was k**ed in the end by quiet persuasion Not the FBI home invasion Nor the cross on his lawn emblazoned The predictable fights didn't phase him Bullhorns off holidays given House notes nine to five prison He yells at the news sayin, "There'd be a movement If the new generation was a little more driven" One mind, two hands, four walls She says Babylon's gon' fall She'll tell you the signs since everybody's dumb She'll be home waitin for the Messiah's phone call There was pride in the fact that the blunt was ma**ive Tight like the ships in the middle pa**age They escaped through the flames, then wondered If the flame in their soul, if the smoke has smashed it [Chorus] Day broke in like a fiend with a ladder Suicidal dew drops splatter Teeth on shirtless bodies chatter A bl**job short of a breakfast platter Crowded rooms on lonely souls At work before the whistle blows They never knew their strength in numbers So power seems so mystical They're waiting for that perfect day When they've paid all their bills They kids are grown, they graduate And guerrillas come out the hills And for her it gets too much 'Til she won't accept my touch She'll fix it by herself She's fallen into their mind f** [Chorus]