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Coup de grace, coup d'etat

Moo-lah, bring me the shah

Ackbar, go start my car

Semtex by the gas tanks, snipers watching for brink

So I salute my enemies, can't see Woods for the trees

Rockin' charcoal and the pressurized shine

Like money that ole fole

Lyrics set and grow

Only atheist in the foxhole

Gas mask at the ready

Since Guadalcanal, same machete

Dead drummer boyz, blunt gut confetti

All these grams got palms sweaty

Don't be petty

Before you get gray, stay back like you got bad grace

Faceless renegade, Jack o' all trades

Hurried hands need grenades

He who moves by the blade needs bulletproof motorcades

There's never enough graves

Chains don't enslave, make

Camp David smoke and shake

Let 'em eat yellow cake

Invisible ink treaties, beats break

Quake out eight-o-eights

Whip might levitate if the dashboard wasn't full of weight

Terrafirma, slow-burner, all ash makes Billy a slow learner

Truth like Sojourner

CraKKKers want us murdered

Nigga Jim rollin' on the river with Tina Turner

Huck Finn, Dixieland's best earner drawin' heat like Meridith & Schwerner