Promenade Lyrics

[Boots Riley:]
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

[Chorus: Boots Riley]
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

[Boots Riley:]
FBI comin round the outside
Which one of us finna die tonight?
Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite
Or make a whole muthaf*ckin 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

[Chorus: Boots Riley]
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

[Boots Riley:]
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

[Chorus: Boots Riley]
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

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