Where We At

Speak my mind just to reach your mind To have my temper off the instrument And just take it to the drumline You know it's my time, reel up and rewind Get off that cheekwine And swing it on my grapevine You heard a brother word it in free 8 rhymes I take it further than a murder or a hate crime Don't hate on me, what have you done for me lately? Besides to bait me, assumin' me mistake we Too abstract then backpack to super underground with the beats And raps cuz I refuse to bust gats And water down my raps to get me caught up in the trap And send me years back f*** that! I heard brothers say “J5 and dem ni**az ain't shit” Dem ni**az never slapped no bitch Never asserted a clip They never claim thug or a pimp Them ni**az never may be a tint Ay yo, they ain't all dat But 6 members, man, and 4 of em black? What kinda racial statement is that? They need to change their views Start talkin' bout the clubbin' they do That's the reason we ain't f***in' wit you Today's artists is tough, talkin' loud as if it ain't enuff Let's talk about the guns you bust Ni**a the crack you cut Or all the cars that you buy wholesale All the ni**az rot in your coat tails I'm finna keepin' it real Let's talk bout the ass you feel Now that's the way to get mass appeal, y'all ain't learned that WOW!! The brothers ain't feelin' your style You gets no play, all the way to you right now “Where we at?”… Don't deny me, this will ostracize me Cuz it's likely, I'm all up in your spikey This son real, how you deal and treat us You a brunch of leaders I could send you in a way of retreat, cat Cuz, this is a discrete fact They hate rap? Me gat? Gon say you need racks So you could put your (seat back) Pick up your feet (in pink facts) Rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weed (crack) Cuz you either bling-blingin' or your Nextel's ringin' Either way it goes [Phat, Baby] ain't singin' The game ain't over till we all get shine I mean you do your thing and I'll do mine