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We Are
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Hip-Hop/Rap
We Are wurde am 2. Juni 2017 von Mello Music Group als Teil des Albums Game of Death veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum2. Juni 2017
LabelMello Music Group
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gensu Dean
Gensu Dean
Performer
Wise Intelligent
Wise Intelligent
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Alexander, Wise Intelligent
Dean Alexander, Wise Intelligent
Composer

Songtexte

Shut up, hush-hush
See me with the seed of God, they lust us
We kings, plus, fuck with me, my ****
Say, "What, what, what, what," them slugs bust
Put that pig in a lunch truck, cold cuts
Mix match the ice, cold crush
Remember, I rep the old us, Marrokus, ask 'em
My water's my balm, but ask 'em
I'm that one, black son, the maker, the owner, the patent
The trademark, the great God
The enemy felt to pay off, to stay soft
I'm way rough, they lights off
They way lost like Earhart
I bet 'em a mill', your plane trash, ain't fly
I guess they failed to see I'm the foe, Robinson Crusoe
Robin's sons, you know, the one you claim, but you know
That's another story, you ain't her type or G
OD, OC, I met her four more years
Before this rapper boy touched a tour
To propagate the line, Lord, of black people inferior
But that's what labels sign 'em for, that's for sure
We are going on a summer holiday
Would you like to go with me?
I'm going to London and New York City
Would you like to see me kill an MC?
We are going on a summer holiday
Would you like to go with me?
I'm going to London and New York City
Rapper boy, now let me murder somebody
They rap tough, they act tough
The fact is whenever they gats bust, they clap us
They fear us when you look like the man in they mirror
The self-hate, it runs deep
This cut runneth over the drum beats
AR with the hundred-round drum brings
Such particular music, a death dance
The blood chance, the ritual code of attrition
To finance the romance, the endless pursuit of riches
A senseless commitment to an ignant position
A figment of conditioned, colonized imaginations
Dollar signs and paper chasing, lot of times, it's deprivation
Hopeless people concentration
Poverty immiseration into mass incarceration
Prison population rise, ghetto guys niggarize
Labor lease commodified, neighborhoods gentrified
Scientific genocide, the ethnic cleansing
You're consenting 'cause this shit's so well-designed
Since "Rock the Bells" in '85 when I was just a juvenile
Fresh out the youth detention center
Spitting rhymes with conscious fire
We are going on a summer holiday
Would you like to go with me?
I'm going to London and New York City
Would you like to see me kill an MC?
We are going on a summer holiday
Would you like to go with me?
I'm going to London and New York City
Rapper boy, now let me murder somebody
With wise words, I rep Jers', I deserve to be heard
I taught Gods on birth earths, I spat truth for black youth
I built dudes who built schools with these jewels, I defuse
I taught guards behind bars, when they were released, they taught more
See many will sleep, but no more
As a result of black art, the proper use of the platform
There's nothing else to rap for, was never a caricature
In fact, you're average rapper manufactured
By some crackers stereotyping the culture
Vulture, African elephant poacher
No more selling our souls for dough or folklore
The burnt corks and blackface, the disgrace, the black race
Let's control the markets and liberate the artists
From corporate extortion, dead all the pimps and whore shit
We owe this to no less a figure than Langston Hughes
Or Baba Amiri Baraka, this neo-black arts movement
This modern renaissance to liberate this ghetto music
We losing
We are going on a summer holiday
Would you like to go with me?
I'm going to London and New York City
Would you like to see me kill an MC?
We are going on a summer holiday
Would you like to go with me?
I'm going to London and New York City
Rapper boy, now let me murder somebody
Written by: Dean Alexander
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