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"The Magic Clap" by The Coup from the new album 'Sorry To Bother You,' out now Directed and Edited by Pete Lee Cinematography by Matthew Washburn Assistant Director: Masaya Tamegai Set Design by Jacquelyn Ngongoseke Props provided by John Meyer Latham Special Effects by Alan Cecil Makeup by Hannah Gipperich Hair by Theresa Wondra Grips: Max Silverman, Patrick Tuck, Jenny Calhoun and James Mitchell Special Thanks to Alrik Bursell at Studio B Lyrics: its 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 its 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 hurry up, get in, close the do' this here the meeting for the overthrow waitin on that concrete rose to grow doin lines that aint quotable countin up all that dough you owe you aint 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 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 gettin 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