Busdriver, Hemlock Ernst - Ministry of the Torture Couch lyrics

I just really wanted to be
Included in the conversation my nigga
Let me give you my thoughts on the matter

My introduction at the party
Was "Who be that?"
With small talk littering conversation
With booby traps
Chewing fat with political theorists
Busy reviewing stats
They're going home to niggas
Committing unruly acts
But not getting fitted for no Uzi straps
Just keeping the hoodie mac
And the doobie wrapped
And never reflecting on how we truly act
They're screaming out that shit
Until the motherfucking tubing cracks
Cause it feels like a military coup in fact
But had to bring Paul Mooney back to
Give y'all the point of view


Of a threatening black man
Cause these legislators get paid for the
Booty claps so I gotta bring the kufi back

So take a breath, take a step, take a leap
I'ma take these motherfuckers straight up
Out their seats check reach for the sun
I shoot from the hip with teeth in my gun

Remember when we were radicals out
There fanning them flames
Rooting out injustices in our family names
Cops measuring our grave plots in candy canes

I motion to leave the party early
But held down by my sleeves
It's like a mild birthing
Pushing past the ledge to know I'm not free
Wonder if they'll remember me?
As something more than a centerpiece
Or a choir boy for the simile
For the four-fours, for the entropy
Like the chorus was always a friend to me
In migrant visions though - my
Mind was a cash box
Followed behind grandpa in black socks
Wild at heart he smoking KOOLS
'til the day of the locust - moved
Him barely unfocused - blue
But when I concentrate I'm scary with truths
Half-remembered from my ones and twos and
Fours of my past lives
A pastor in knife fights, a bastard
A light brite
I'm just babbling but what I found
Is our self-worth has been rooked
The truth we pull from our subconscious
Just won't read it in books

So take a breath, take a step, take a leap
I'ma take these motherfuckers straight up
Out their seats check
So just reach for the sun
I shoot from the hip with teeth in my gun

Don't you remember? Remember us
Let me tell you about it
Remember when we were radicals out
There fanning them flames
With a mouth full of reading and
A tummy full of grain? Don't you remember?
I was there with you it was different then
We sung the old folklore
We sung the Goodlife hymns
My nigga said this one
And I repeated it it goes:

Fuck a cop, fuck a cop
He's ready to drop a cop
Fuck a cop, fuck a cop
I'm ready to drop a cop, he says
Fuck a cop, fuck a cop
I'm ready to drop a cop
He's ready to do what you're
Ready do to but he's ready to drop a cop

I wasn't ready to do it
I was studying music to make
Y'all pop your top
Showing steady improvement
I calibrated every step of my awkward walk
I’m off of the coverage
I’m combing the undertow
"where are ya wonder crops"
I'm celebrating all the
Over-medicated veterans indefinitely
To have a better understanding
Of General Lee, and how he felt about
The universe and generally
The same sentiment of bus unions
May categorize some blacks as sub humans
We don't get down like that
The criminal intent of how I act
Got me discussing paramilitary tactics with a
Leftist weirdo on the census bureau
The crackling kinetic energy around
Them French braids
Comes from the planet's furnace re-purposed
For the hustle's various inertias I
Put the workers in burkas
For the political Whirling Dervish
My nigga free jazz's finances
Have overloaded them circuit's
It's tedious selling them inebriates for
The CIA achievement list
The edited gagged that
Failed Confederate flag
Draped over the petri dish
I remember when I was oblivious
A tight wad with an iPod
But then I got pulled over
By them cops and got
Rolled up by the vice squad so I'm like
Fuck a cop, fuck a cop
I'm ready to drop a cop
Fuck a cop, fuck a cop
I'm ready to drop a cop, like he said
Fuck a cop, fuck a cop
We ready to drop them cops
Down a few levels off
Our importance in society, nigga

Yeah woah goodlifers los Angeles
Nigga I'm floating in the sky above everyone
Fuck a cop, fuck a cop
I'm ready to drop a cop
Fuck a cop, fuck a cop
I'm ready to drop a cop
Off the elemental table
Disable all of them motherfuckers
And hook them niggas up with a USB cable
Right in they navel fuck a cop, fuck a cop

Let me show you with teeth in my gun
Let me show you with grief in my puns

We were different then
More in touch with each other
We spoke more often
We were more likely to go back home