A recent comment by evmonk inspired me to post some good rebel music from The Coup as part of your re-education process. The lyrics are available below the fold. Study them well.

“5 Million Ways to Kill a CEO“

[Chorus X2]
5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo’ then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco
Y’know how this go

Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin
On the turf debatin’ how to get it percolating
He workin you while we happy just to work a day
But I’m a slap him ’til my blood starts circulating
Do you checks have elasticity?
Did they cut off yo’ electricity?
Did you scream and yell explicitly?
Force the boss into complicity
I’m a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
Rollin dope fiend rentals through your residential
Broke as fuck, eating lentils with no utensil
Finna teach pimp class with a hoe credential
They own sweats shops, pet cops and fields of cola
Murder babies with they molars on the areola
Control the Pope, Dali Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
Bump this rolling in your bucket or your new Corolla
Well you might catch me on the scenic route, with my penis out
Yellin, “Twamps for the executives with the meanest mouth!”
Wanna know what this demeanor’s bout? City tried to clean us out
Green is clout, shut ‘em down they ain’t never seen a drought
You interviewed but they ain’t calling you back
And for the record I ain’t called it a gat
But tuck this in the small of your back
Wait in the bathroom stall ’til I tap

[Chorus X2]
5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo’ then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco
Y’know how this go

Except this game ain’t slow, it’s the creeper
If you a janitor, get a street sweeper
Ugly is even skin deeper
If you can’t get the Prez, get the VeePer
They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
I mighta been born here but I’m a foreigner
Spilling swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni’s kid
Flip off the lid, who you pourin’ for?
You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller
“Gangster of Love” just like Steve Miller
They wear skivvies that’s made of chinchilla
Factory in Mexico, bought a spring villa
I’m from the land where the Panthers grew
You know the city and the avenue
If you the boss we’ll be smabbin through, and we’ll be grabbin you
To say, “Whassup with the revenue?”
And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the

[Chorus X2]
5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo’ then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco
Y’know how this go

Tell him it’s a boom in child prostitution
When he show up at the stroll give him lead restitution
You could throw a twenty in a vat of hot oil
When he jump in after it watch him boil
Toss a dollar in the river and when he jump in
If you can find he can swim
put lead boots on him and do it again! You and a friend
Videotape and the party don’t end
Tell that boogers be selling like crack
He gon’ put the little baggies in his nose, and suffocate like that
Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
When he try to suck it out, a-ha, well you know this one
Make sure you ain’t got no priors
Don’t tell ‘em that we conspired
We could let him try to change a flat tire
Or we could all at once retire
There are just a few of the

[Chorus X2]
5 million ways to kill a CEO
Slap him up and shake him up and then you know
Let him off the flo’ then bait him with the dough
You can do it funk or do it disco
Y’know how this go

“Gunsmoke“

I be having homicide running through my mind
Don’t know what’s up with me
Shit fuck with me all the time
Eating at my spine
Motherfucka in my prime
How you gonna get yours
When you’re too busy getting mine
Now look is this murderous criminal
Coming through
If you think it’s E-Roc then the subliminals
Is working on you
There’s thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
Cant come straight from fudge
I got a bloody grudge
Dead bodies lying all around me
But the real murderers ain’t never got no bounty
Count it coroners as we sitting as statistics
With this ass if you think this
Blast is coming from my residential district
There’s something that I think you should know
Its the motherfucking coup we from the Eastside-O
Peep my flow creep by slow
See all my folks is broke
Survival for the cautious and the low
Get a whiff of my gunsmoke

[Chorus]

I say fuck the whole judge and the jury
My mind got delirious
My eyes got blurry
Had my uncle strapped to the chair
Hands ox-tied
Breathing in gas
Breathing out carbon monoxide
Whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel
Cos ain’t no billionaires on the murder trial
Make the ghetto concentration camps every mile
So march your ass through the gas chambers single file
Who’s the biggest problem that they show on the TV?
My peoples die of starvation and TB
See me with an angry face and a beanie
Cos my relationship with Uncle Sam is steamy
Its what I’ve been through
I’m like sinecue
What I got you got to get it put it in you
The ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat
Show em we ain’t no joke
Let them choke off the gunsmoke