People's Party

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

Look at what we done started

Look at what we done started

This the people party

When opportunity knockin', that young nigga move that dope, woah

Get your foot stuck in it, call me "Young Go-Get-It"

They can't fuck wit' it, my trail roll wit' it

What's the world, what time is it?

Fix your watch, tell me, watch that fix

Pay attention to the 'politrick'

We build and destroy, it's marvellous

Your individual accomplishments ain't stoppin' shit when the cops run shit

'Bout to hack this shit like Anonymous

I got Boots from The Coup, my accomplice

[Verse 2: Boots Riley]

This beat's an annihilator

We gon' spark the fire later

Now we rush the violators

Scribble down the wire data

Ironman, empirе hater

We do not requirе beta

We have been a sign of rape but

That's how you got piles of paper

It's my job to instigate

One, two, clear, defibrillate

Pulmonary pugilist

Witless statement, Skill-a-Phone this

But pistol weight, line up here for the fist debate

Sam, you get so sophisticated

Scram, let's clear, they nix a gate

And knock the engine, pistons shake

[Chorus]

Listen to the champion sound

Listen to the champ, listen to the champion, yeah, yeah

Listen to the champion sound

Listen to the champ, listen to the champion sound

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy

Soon as I step up in the pantheon

The whores blowin', it's the song of the champions

We analyze and you lame niggas can't be on

Run and hide, you yellow like candy corn

Tooth Fairy ass fake revolutionaries

Boo Berry ass niggas, man, the truth is scary

You ain't ready for the weight the solution carry

My old squad linin' up like luminaries

I ain't here for the props or the accolades

Come complimentary like a powder egg

It's that flavor artificial like a Powerade

Slow it up or blow it up like a powder keg

And he fire, get lighter, whole crew is tight

And for you, if you like, your news in bites

We on a beat like a cop walkin' through the night

Violatin' your human rights (Uh)

[Verse 4: Boots Riley]

This ain't for the elevators

This is finna gas or scrape a

Back stairs' pits for Russia's sweets

Go 'head, find your papers

We are people dilaters

Star-spangled choir traitors

Push it down your abberators

Put the bankers on hiatus

Thank the ways we need and the streets fight raw, it's

Pump this on a 'Ab, in a shot, in the office

We gon' make them motherfuckers empty out they coffers

It's a worldwide slaughter orchestrated by the bosses

[Chorus]

Listen to the champion sound

Listen to the champ, listen to the champion

Listen to the champion sound

Listen to the champ, listen to the champion

Champion, champion