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The Magic Clap

The Coup

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Coup
The Coup
Performer
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Vocals
Damion Gallegos
Damion Gallegos
Guitar
Gabby La La
Gabby La La
Hand Claps
Lindsey Kate Cristofani
Lindsey Kate Cristofani
Chant Vocals
Jeff RJFski
Jeff RJFski
Drums
Eric McFadden
Eric McFadden
Guitar
Pam the Funkstress
Pam the Funkstress
Hand Claps
Silke
Silke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Composer
Damion Gallegos
Damion Gallegos
Composer
Gabrielle Lang
Gabrielle Lang
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Producer
Damion Gallegos
Damion Gallegos
Producer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Clap Magic Clap Clap Magic Clap It's like a hotwire, baby When we put it together When the sparks fly We'll ignite the future forever This is the last kiss Martin ever gave to Coretta It's like a paparazzi picture when I flash my Beretta I got scars on my back The truth on my tongue I had the money in my hand when that alarm got rung We wanna breathe fire and freedom from our lungs Tell Homeland Security We are the bomb Clap Magic Clap Clap Magic Clap Hurry up, get in, close the do' This here the meeting for the overthrow Waiting on that concrete rose to grow Doing lines that ain't quotable Counting up all that dough you owe You ain't sposed to know its opposable We are not disposable Muscle up kid We got blows to throw Til the folks have risen There'll be no decision We make the motor move They chauffer driven Right now we can't shine right like a broken prism I figured out the 14th is a broke amendment Clap Magic Clap Clap Magic Clap Good evening Tonight we bring to you Worn out streets that'll sing to you .45 shells that'll dance to the beats Stomachs so loud it'll cancel the speech Checks that vanish if you blink an eye Grace getting locked in the clink to die A salary cap on a birth certificate Notarized lies that burst in triplicate Morning prayers for the car to start A man and a whiskey in a heart-to-heart Hope in a track suit to flash and run While agony chases with a badge and gun Poetry shouted from the squeal of the bus breaks Hands in the air try to feel for an escape Flash in my eyes like candid snaps When we slap back, it's the magic clap Do it, do it! C'mon, do it! Do it, do it! C'mon, do it, we gonna fight! C'mon, do it, we gonna ride! C'mon, do it, magic clap! When we slap back It's magic clap (woo!)
Writer(s): Raymond Riley, Damion Gallegos, La La Gabby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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