My Favorite Mutiny

Move if you got the nerve

Lash out for your just desserts

It's not just the words

Some of y'all heads up in the cloud

I'ma bring y'all back to Earth

It's Black, back to burn

Bullshit y'all talkin' 'bout

Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned

'Cause y'all got to learn

It's y'all turn like Detroit Red

When his head had a ultra perm

The long walk'll burn your bare heels, so throw on your boots

The game camouflaged like army suits

But I can see it more clear 'cause I came with The Coup in here

Ring the alarm and form the troops

Send 'em out into the world, go to war in a fluke

Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot

Now comin' at your neck, sick of hearin' something wrong with me

Motherfucker, something's wrong with you

When the chief just way too smart to question

The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion

The governments of the world is shark infested

They heavy on weaponry, like Charlton Heston

Man, look, it gets low here, way down low

Know I'm talkin' 'bout?

I ain't rockin' with you, so what, what you gon' do?

(This my favorite mutiny)

I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute

(Yeah, is the mic on? Listen up)

Come on, come on (It's my favorite mutiny)

Now, "Death to the pigs," is my basic statement

I spit street stories till I taste the pavement

Tryna stay out the pen where we face enslavement

Had a foolproof hustle till they traced the payments

I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum

Tryna find Psalm number 151

To forget what I'm owed as I clutch the commode

I read, "Put down the bottle and come get the gun"

Let's get off the chain, like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10

They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den

Steadily subtractin' seeds and stems

Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm

Numbin' my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns

If we waitin' for the time to fight, these is thems

Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in

We gettin' greased again

The truth I write is so cold it'll freeze my pen

I'm Boots Riley, it's a pleasure to meet you

Never let they punk ass ever defeat you

They got us on the corner wearin' pleather and see-through

All y'alls gold mines, they wanna deplete you

I ain't just finna rap on the track, I'm finna clap on 'em back

And it's been stackin' to that

Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'Lac

Before they told Rosa, "Black in the back"

Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in a sack

And Gil Scott traded rappin' for smack

This beat alone should get platinum plaques

I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap

'Cause if we bappin' 'em back, we automatically stack

Check it out

I ain't rockin' with you, so what, what you gon' do?

(This my favorite mutiny)

I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute

(This my favorite mutiny)

Yeah, this the cut like truancy

Riq, Boots, and me activatin' the community

Up in the Bay like Huey P, they sucker free

It remind me of the BK, it's love for me

But beast got it twisted, I'll untangle it

They black mind intertwined like the ropes they used to hang us with

This my favorite shit

I came in the game with a new way to spit

That got you questionin' who you bangin' with

Take it back to Imhotep

I'll go a step deeper like a poor righteous teacher with holy intellect

Killer flow for all my real **** left

But inform the family of the jiggaboo that there's been a death

Once again, you can feel hip hop

Underground, still about my guap

Gangster, like fuck the cops

Talib Kweli, revolutionary MC

And that ain't about to stop

I ain't rockin' with you, so what, what you gon' do?

(This my favorite mutiny)

I ain't rockin' with you, your logic does not compute

(This my favorite mutiny)