Where We At

Ahhhhhhh Speak my mind Just to reach your mind Tap a tempo off the instrumental Just to get the drum line You know it's my time Reel up and rewind Get off that cheap wine Swingning on my grapevine You heard a brother Worthy to create rhymes I take it further than a murder Or I hate crime Don't hate on me What have you done for me lately Beside to baith me assume and mistakely Too abstract than a backpack To super underground with the beats and rats Cause I refuse to bust gatts And wather down my raps To get me caught up in a trap And set me years back. Fuck that! Mos Def: Yeah right from the start Remember that feeling The way the Hip-Hop used to make you feel So real like Getting first signed Then the first time you heard Planet Rock Word is over, the God Staten Island, for real... for real I heard brother say J5, men them niggas ain't shit Them niggas never slapped no bitch, never inserted a clip They never claimed thug or a pimp Them niggas never made the attempt Hey yo, they ain't all that Men Six members men and four of them black What kind of racist statement is that They need to change their views Start talking about the clubbing they do Thats the reason we ain't fucking with you Today's artist is tough Talking loud, this isn't enough... yeah Let's talk about the guns you bust Nigga, the crack you cut Or all the cars that you bought wholesale Or the niggas rattling your cold tail I've been keeping it real Let's talk about the ash you feel Now thats the way to get mass appeal Ya'll ain't heard that wow The brothers ain't feeling your style You get stoned play over the radio right now Where we at Wh...Whe...Wher...Where we at (YA) Where we at Don't deny me, diss or austrsize me Cause it's likely I'm all up in your sight gee It's unreal how you deal and threat us Your bunch of beleivers I can tell just by the way you retreath Cactus is a discreed fact They heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack So you could put your seat back Pick up your feet and bring facts Rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crap Cause your either bling-bliging or your next tails rigning (dring) Either way it goes, fat baby ain't signing The game ain't over until we all get shined I mean you do your thing and I do mine