I used to kick it with a brother named Moe   Moe used to kick it with a brother named Joe   Joe used to kick with his girlfriedn Lateisha   Whose brother Elmo looked like me      Elmo used to elbow lotsa brothers in the nose   Kick 'em when they down   then he'd steal they shoes and clothes   Elmo would develop lotsa beef as a tweaker   And all of them are supposed to come lookin' for me   Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats   Tryin' to ratpack   Hmmm, time' to get a gat   So I'm strapped   'Cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat   Momma's lap, what's happenin', here's a rap   Saturday, twelve o'clock, told E-Roc   the whole block and what not, about   How men are spottin' he said   "This little homey gets bread like frostin' "   You ain't Steve Austin   Elmo got lost and Boots   maybe you should move to Boston   But you get lost   When you played like a punk   Pile on the Right Guard   I got serious funk      I'm tryin' not to lose   I'm tryin' not to lose my head   I'm tryin' not to lose   I'm tryin' not to lose my head      I'm glad to tell you what it is later      Bet George and Bootsy   Never had funk like this   Catch-22   Twist, no fist can dismiss this rip   That I'ma go through   Maybe I could flow through this whole ordeal   and not pull out the black steel, and my friends make suggestions   That I should squeal to the cops   but that's outta the question   If I die by the trigger of a mislead brother   Could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others   I believe no, so I don't go with the flow   Even though I'm about to roll with no paddle   Up a creek called shit   Light is lit on the situation   'S Me and him is goin' to decrease the population      Now we wonder why revolution never grow   Killin' motherfuckers if they steppin' on our toe   If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did for ourselves   The blood would never flow again   And then the uzis that were once used to kill each other   Could be used to serve and protect the brothers   And the sisters and they cousin or whatever others   But the funk keeps groin' like a fungus      I'm tryin' not to lose   I'm tryin' not to lose my head   I'm tryin' not to lose   I'm tryin' not to lose my head      That's Elmo, get that fool   Yeah, get that fool   Hey I'm Boots I ain't Elmo. I'm Boots from the Coup!      Fo' years 'til I'm twenty-five   Now I gotta forty-five   Caliber, don't take no jive   Just for the fix   Don't wanna be eighty-sixed   three, six and six ain't in my mix   Don't flap your lips about me takin' no trips   You won't be takin' no sips from a milk carton   Seein' my face with that caption askin'   "Have you seen Boots?"   "He's missin' in action"   This shit is more off the wall than Michael Jackson   'Cause brothers who be doin' brothers who be doin' others   Screwin' brothers   But The Coup be doin' more then you be doin'   on the corner   I'm talkin' revolution from Vi'toria to Flo'da   'S why it don't make sense that they want me a goin'a   On a   run, 'cause them brothers in a ratpack   Probably think I'm a poppin' junk   'Cause they don't see for centuries the genocidal funk   So I'm a punk if I don't blast they ass   But I gots mo' funk for the ruling class   Will it ever end   Will we ever win   Drinkin' juice and gin   Five-0 gets again   Gets off with a grin   National guard sent in for when we got beef   Ya wanna pop the trunk, I got serious funk      I'm tryin' not to lose   I'm tryin' not to lose my head   I'm tryin' not to lose   I'm tryin' not to lose my head   I'm tryin' not to lose   I'm tryin' not to lose my head   I'm tryin' not to lose   I'm tryin' not to lose my head      A'ight, back it up   I wanna say what's up to the brothas an sistas that really got my back when the funk be on   Of course it goes without saying that E-Roc and DJ O from The Coup got my back at all times and at all costs   Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Point Blank   J-Post and Stone from the Outcasts   Osajih Po from the Tenth Planet   Chuck de Pharoh got my back   Evo got my back   Rose got my back   Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective got my back and I got theirs   The funk is on and African Identity is there   The funk is on and Midnight Voices is there   The funk is on and T-More Twin from Elements of Change are there   And I'm there for Cindy   I'm there for 3rd Rail   I'm there for Aztlan Nation   I got your back Leftside Sim   I got your back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprcacy, 'cause you got mine   All ya'll got my back   Neckbone got my back with the sax   Problem Child got my back with the piano   Hey ya'll let's fadeout, but before we fade   I wanna say rest in peace to Plan B   We out