TOM MORELLO / BOOTS RILEY - Promenade lyrics

rate me

Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap

Gon' talk smack, flash my gat

I'm finna spit and hold my dick

And heat shit up like a thermostat

Grab your partner by the chaps

Give your partner a pimp-slap

To symbolize the ghetto trap

Step to the right, give three claps

Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks

Ain't shit cookin' on the stove but crack

This is the bat this hell begat

'Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs

Two by two, Promenade

Duck from a B1 bomber raid

Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made

Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do

How much cash could a o-z grow?

Till all are fed and all have beds

My skin is black, my star is red

FBI comin round the outside

Which one of us finna die tonight?

Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite

Or make a whole muthafuckin world ignite?

Everybody throw them bows!

Right upside your partner's nose

By now you've got bloody clothes

Crabs in the barrel, so the story goes

Think of all their savage acts

Grabbin' scratch from average cats

Bureaucrats with strings attached

Walk in place, light the match

Two by two, Promenade

Duck from a B1 bomber raid

Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made

Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do

How much cash could a o-z grow?

Till all are fed and all have beds

My skin is black, my star is red

Everybody get down low

'Bout the level of your toes

These dance moves we usually do

Are not the ones that we have chose

Grab on to that beat and grind

Try your best to stay alive

We can run, we can't hide

Might as well just stay and fight

Two by two, Promenade

Duck from a B1 bomber raid

Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made

Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do

How much cash could a o-z grow?

Till all are fed and all have beds

My skin is black, my star is red