[Chorus]
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
[Verse 1: Boots Riley]
It's almost 10 o'clock, see, I gotta ball of lint for property
So I slip my beanie on sloppily
And promenade out to take up a collection
I got game like I read the directions
I'm wishing that I had an automobile
As I feel the cold wind rush past
But let me state that I'm a hustler for real
So you know I got the stolen bus pass
Just as the bus pulls up and I step to the rear
This old lady look like she drank a 40 of fear
I see my old-school partner, said his brother got popped
Pay my respects, "can you ring the bell? We came to my stop"
The street light reflects off the piss on the ground
Which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
Which reflects off the chrome of the BMW
Which reflects off the fact that I'm broke
Now what the fuck is new?
I need loot, I spot the motherfucka in the tweed suit
And I'm in his ass quicker than a kick from a greased boot
Eased up slow and discreet
Could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
Didn't want to fuck up the come-up
So I smiled with my eyes said "hey, how's it hanging guy?"
Bumped into his shoulder, but he passed with no reaction
Damn this motherfucka had hella Andrew Jacksons!
I'm a thief, or pickpocket - give a fuck what you call it
Used to call 'em "fat cats," I just call them wallets
Getting Federal: ain't just a klepto
Mastercard or Visa? I gladly accept those
Sneaky motherfucka with a scam, know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets
Story just begun, but you already know
Ain't no need to get down, shit, I'm already low
[Chorus]
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
[Verse 2]
My footsteps echo in the darkness
My teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
I look down and I hear my stomach growling
Step to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her face and her breath was like murder
Damn, the shit I do for a free hamburger!
Well you got my number, you gon' call me tonight?
It depends: is them burgers attached to a price?
I'm just kidding, I'ma call, even write you love letters
Thanks for the burgers, um, hook me up with a Dr Pepper
That's cool, you want some ice?
Yeah, and some fries would be hella nice
Damn my manager's coming, play it off, okay? 'Have a nice day!'
I'm up outta here anyway
I use peoples before they use me
Cause you could get got by an Uzi over an OZ
That's what an OG told me
Gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the Victuals that I just got
Came to a underground parking lot
"This place is good as any, fuck it, it's all good"
Walked in, found a car, hopped and sat up on the hood
Ate my burger, threw back my cola
Somebody said "hey," it was a rent-a-pig, I thought it was a roller
"Want me to call the cops?" I don't want them to see me
Looked down and saw that I was sitting on a Lamborghini
It was Rollses, Ferraris, and Jags by the dozen
A building door opened; damn, it was my cousin
Getting off of work, dressed up, no lie
Tux, cummerbund, and a black bow tie
I was like "hey!" "Who is it?" "Me"
"Oh, what's up man, I just quit this company
They hella racist and the pay was too low"
I said "right, what was up in there though?"
"A party with rich motherfuckas, I don't know the situation
I know they got cabbage, owning corporations
IBM, Chrysler and shit is what they said"
Just then a light bulb went off in my head
"They be thinking all black folks is resembling
Give me your tux and I'll do some pocket-swindling"
Finna change in the bathroom and not freeze off my nuts
Lets take a short break while I get into this tux
[Pre-Chorus]
Alright, I'm ready
[Chorus]
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Get down, get down, get down
[Verse 3]
Fresh, dressed like a million bucks
I be the flyest motherfucka in an afro and a tux
My arm is at a right angle, up, silver tray in my hand
"May I interest you in some caviar, ma'am?"
My eyes shoot around the room there and here
Noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
Background Barry Manilow, Copacabana
And a strong-ass scent of stogies from Havana
Wasn't no place where a brother might've been
Snobby old ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
Alright then: let's begin this
Nights like this is good for business
Five minutes in the mix, noticed several different cliques
Talking, giggling and shit
With, one motherfucka in betwixt
And everybody else jocking him, throttling
Found out later he owns Coca Cola bottling
Talking to a black man, who's he?
Confused me, looking hella bougie
Ass all tight and seditty
Recognized him as the mayor of my city
Who treats young black men like Frank Nitti
Mr Coke said to Mr Mayor: "You know, we got a process like Ice Ts hair
We put up the funds for your election campaign
And, oh, um, waiter can you bring the champagne?
Our real estate firm says opportunity's arousing
To make some condos out of low-income housing
Immediately, we need some media heat
To say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet!
Harass and beat everybody till they look inebriated
When we buy the land, motherfuckas will appreciate it
Don't worry about the Urban League or Jesse Jackson
My man that owns Marlboro donated a fat sum"
That's when I stepped back some to contemplate what few know
Sat down, wrestled with my thoughts like a sumo
Ain't no one player that could beat this lunacy
Ain't no hustler on the street could do a whole community
This is how deep shit can get
It reads "macaroni" on my birth certificate
"Puddin'-Tane" is my middle name, but I can't hang
I'm getting hustled, only knowing half the game
[Outro]
Shit, how the fuck I get up out this place?
Ah I’m having a great time with Al. He’s my best mate and I love him and we have a laugh together. We’ve even done most of this album together which was great cos I love being with him. The sex is great too, but basically we’re just having a laugh (Telepathy, Rearrange)
Don’t Forget Who You Are
Well, I’m still having a great time with Al, but sometimes he fucks me off because he doesn’t know what he wants. I don’t even know why it gets to me so much. I mean we’re just mates who sleep together aren’t we? I’ll even refer to him as ‘her’ in songs cos basically I’m straight (Don’t Forget Who You Are, Give Up, Out of Control)
Coup de Grace
I fucking love him. Properly love him. In love with him. The fucking bastard has broken my heart. We spent that summer together and I told him I loved him and I thought we would be together but he’s let me down and gone back to his girlfriend. I hate him. I love him. I hate him. I love him. (Too Little Too Late, Killing the Joke, Wrong Side of Life, Shavambacu)
Change The Show
He’s a tosser. I’ve decided that. Total tosser. He needs to sort out his issues. It’s not like I even think about him that much. Well I do. But I’m fine without him. Tosser. I love him. I hate him. I love him. But sod him (See Ya When I See Ya, Change the Show, Adiós Ta Ra Ta Ra)
One Man Band
Alright, I’m still madly in love with him. And I admit a lot of our relationship problems was down to me being a fuckwit and a commitment phobe. He still loves me and I think we can make a go of things as long as I work through my issues and he has a bit of patience (Troubled Son, The Wonder, Heal, Random, Doubles, Scared of Love)
I MET MILES KANE LAST NIGHT!!! He was so lovely and was very smiley - he seemed genuinely happy to be there. I got his autograph and a photo with him after a small performance in a Rough Trade and he was amazing! He played two unreleased tunes, and one was the title track for One Man Band! He also played STANDING NEXT TO ME! I cried a little, I’ll admit that. The crowd was so interactive and so amazing too, everyone was singing along to almost every tune (apart from the unreleased ones of course). My favourites were Come Closer, Rearrange, The Wonder and Standing Next To Me, but all of it was incredible. It was so so awesome.
what's your favourite miles kane album/song/performance?
Ohhhh this is rough because my loyalties waver on mood and vibes that im looking for, but if I had to pick one to take me to a deserted island it would be Colour Of The Trap
Fav song, see now thats also rough because I’m gonna get a baggio lyric tattooed on my body for the line “I’m crying out in dreams where I am something more than what you see” but I also really love the vibes of My Fantasy because it gets me wigglin and mushy, but I also really love the emotional impact of Wrong Side of Life- but??? Time of your Life??? Ransom???? Havent had the time test yet but those have withstood the “overplay test”
fav performance is easy sorry its The Last Shadow Puppets - Totally Wired live @ The Observatory OC, Santa Ana - August 4, 2016 yes i have it memorized yes I am staring at his dick for most of it
[Intro: Scratches]
Help me out
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Help me out
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
[Chorus: Boots Riley]
We've got 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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
We've got 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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
[Verse 1: Boots Riley]
Well I hope you testify that it was worth your waitin'
On the turf debatin' how to get it percolatin'
He workin' you while we happy just to work a day
But I'ma slap him 'til my blood starts circulatin' (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Do your checks have elasticity?
Did they cut off yo' 'lectricity?
Did you scream and yell explicitly?
Force the boss into complicity (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
I'm a white chalk stencil but I push a pencil
Rollin' dope fiend rentals through your residential
Broke as fuck, eatin' lentils with no utensil
Finna teach pimp class with a ho credential (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
They own sweat shops, pet cops, and fields of cola
Murder babies with they molars on the areola
Control the Pope, Dalai Lama, Holy Rollers, and the Ayatollah
Bump this rollin' 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 callin' 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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
[Chorus: Boots Riley]
We've got 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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
We've got 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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
[Verse 2: Boots Riley]
'Cept 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 Pres, get the VeePer (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
They made the murder scene before there was a coroner
I mighta been born here but I'm a foreigner
Spillin' swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid
Flip off the lid, who you pourin fo'? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller (uh)
"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 ra-venue?" (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
And if you feel it we can even try to seal it with the
[Chorus: Boots Riley]
We've got 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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
We've got 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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
[Verse 3: Boots Riley]
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 o' hot oil
When he jump in after it watch him boil (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Tell that boogers be sellin' 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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
There are just a few of the
[Chorus: Boots Riley]
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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
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 (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Y'know how this go
[Outro: Boots Riley]
Bay Area, get ready to brawl
Bay Area, are you ready to brawl?
L.A., get ready to brawl
L.A., are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Chi-town, get ready to brawl
Chi-Town, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, are you ready to brawl?
Detroit, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Atlanta, are you ready to brawl?
Atlanta, you ready to brawl?
Houston, get ready to brawl
Houston, get ready to brawl (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
New York, are you ready brawl?
New York, are you ready to brawl?
London, get ready to brawl
London, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Capetown, get ready to brawl
Capetown, are you ready to brawl?
Tokyo, get ready to brawl
Tokyo, are you ready to brawl? (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Yeah
The Coup (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Boots Riley, Pam the Funkstress
It's really goin' down (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Yeah, ya know, in case you didn't know, gats are comin'
The Coup
You know, sum'n, sum'n (Yo, yo, yo, yo!)