| 歌曲 | 20,000 Gun Salute |
| 歌手 | The Coup |
| 专辑 | Steal This Double Album |
| 作词 : Riley | |
| * beavis and butthead sample * | |
| [butthead] whoa! uh-heheh-heheh, uh-heheh | |
| That kicked ass! | |
| [beavis] yeah yeah heh yeah | |
| That was fly | |
| * dj pam the funkstress starts cuttin up "that was fly" * | |
| Chorus: boots (repeat 2x) | |
| 20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute | |
| This slug's for newt - shut your mouth, don't pollute | |
| Army of down mother****ers, shit we tryin to recruit! | |
| [boots] | |
| See now we're talkin systematic, mack mechanics, decomposin | |
| Chosen, representatives, from the ho's been known to act wit | |
| Pimp theatrics, a tactic necessary | |
| In fact they wanna have us buyin from the commissary | |
| This commentary's for my folks under involuntary servitude | |
| Cause bosses don't be servin you your monetary | |
| Pervin you like rum'n'dairy pulsin through your capillaries | |
| Some inherit green, the rest just get our folks to bury | |
| I'm abolitionary, wishin the judiciary | |
| Say this year for merry merry, free the penitentiary! | |
| Peoples gon' rumble as long as stomachs grumble | |
| And crack pipes tumble over asphault that's crumbled | |
| Hundreds come in bundles and, hop is mixed with funnels | |
| Cause babies wit shoes too small gon' stumble | |
| This composition is sedition, opposition to the rulin class | |
| Wishin they could detonate us hooked to the ignition | |
| Keep my slacks creased to punch the clock for the beast | |
| As my rent don't cease, his pockets get obese | |
| Can't have inner peace without havin a piece | |
| When the stepped on step up, we let the dragon release | |
| Chorus | |
| [boots] | |
| Disaster! the filthy rich bastards wanna milk yo' ass | |
| Faster, ask fuh, no salvation comin from the damn pastor | |
| Old ladies play canasta, under roofs of cracker plaster | |
| Little kids dive in the trash for discarded dutchmasters | |
| Dead potnahs on mural walls | |
| Homeless kids takin baths up in gas station urinals | |
| Shit the system can't cure it all | |
| If everybody had a job then stock value's sure to fall | |
| Hundred million neck slashes, so these facists | |
| Can make sho' that they check cashes, let's get massive | |
| Wage struggle as direct classes, on just how we gonna | |
| Overthrow they bitch asses, give whiplashes | |
| From the force as we make it tight, and ignite | |
| The flames of takin over daily life, make it a right | |
| To have food, threads and homestead | |
| And pac bell won't ever cut your phone dead -- we own it! | |
| But these business that love payin minimum wage | |
| Ain't gon' let you take they shit unless you showin the gauge | |
| And if you do it by yourself they gon' put you in a cage | |
| If you in a rage, please meet me on the same page, with a | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Riley | |
| beavis and butthead sample | |
| butthead whoa! uhhehehheheh, uhheheh | |
| That kicked ass! | |
| beavis yeah yeah heh yeah | |
| That was fly | |
| dj pam the funkstress starts cuttin up " that was fly" | |
| Chorus: boots repeat 2x | |
| 20, 000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute | |
| This slug' s for newt shut your mouth, don' t pollute | |
| Army of down mother ers, shit we tryin to recruit! | |
| boots | |
| See now we' re talkin systematic, mack mechanics, decomposin | |
| Chosen, representatives, from the ho' s been known to act wit | |
| Pimp theatrics, a tactic necessary | |
| In fact they wanna have us buyin from the commissary | |
| This commentary' s for my folks under involuntary servitude | |
| Cause bosses don' t be servin you your monetary | |
| Pervin you like rum' n' dairy pulsin through your capillaries | |
| Some inherit green, the rest just get our folks to bury | |
| I' m abolitionary, wishin the judiciary | |
| Say this year for merry merry, free the penitentiary! | |
| Peoples gon' rumble as long as stomachs grumble | |
| And crack pipes tumble over asphault that' s crumbled | |
| Hundreds come in bundles and, hop is mixed with funnels | |
| Cause babies wit shoes too small gon' stumble | |
| This composition is sedition, opposition to the rulin class | |
| Wishin they could detonate us hooked to the ignition | |
| Keep my slacks creased to punch the clock for the beast | |
| As my rent don' t cease, his pockets get obese | |
| Can' t have inner peace without havin a piece | |
| When the stepped on step up, we let the dragon release | |
| Chorus | |
| boots | |
| Disaster! the filthy rich bastards wanna milk yo' ass | |
| Faster, ask fuh, no salvation comin from the damn pastor | |
| Old ladies play canasta, under roofs of cracker plaster | |
| Little kids dive in the trash for discarded dutchmasters | |
| Dead potnahs on mural walls | |
| Homeless kids takin baths up in gas station urinals | |
| Shit the system can' t cure it all | |
| If everybody had a job then stock value' s sure to fall | |
| Hundred million neck slashes, so these facists | |
| Can make sho' that they check cashes, let' s get massive | |
| Wage struggle as direct classes, on just how we gonna | |
| Overthrow they bitch asses, give whiplashes | |
| From the force as we make it tight, and ignite | |
| The flames of takin over daily life, make it a right | |
| To have food, threads and homestead | |
| And pac bell won' t ever cut your phone dead we own it! | |
| But these business that love payin minimum wage | |
| Ain' t gon' let you take they shit unless you showin the gauge | |
| And if you do it by yourself they gon' put you in a cage | |
| If you in a rage, please meet me on the same page, with a | |
| Chorus |