Where We At

Speak my mind just to reach your mind
Tap a tempo off the instrumental just to get the drum line
You know its my time reel up and rewind
Get off that cheap wine swinging on my grapevine
You heard a brother worthy and create rhymes
I take it further than a murder or
I hate crime
Dont hate on me what have you done for me lately
Beside to bait me assume and mistakely
Too abstract than a backpack
To super underground with the beats and rats
Cause I refuse to bust gats and water down my raps
To get me caught up in a trap and set me years back, * ****** that
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 ****** *s aint *******t
Them *******s never slapped no *******, never inserted a clip
They never claimed thug or a pimp
Them *******s never made the attempt
Hey yo, they aint all that
My 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 aint ******* with you
Todays artist is tough, talking loud, this isnt enough, yeah
Lets talk about the guns you bust, *******, the crack you cut
Or all the cars that you bought wholesale
Or the *******s rattling your cold tail
Ive been keeping it real, lets talk about the ash you feel
Now thats the way to get mass appeal
Yall aint heard that, “
Wow”, the brothers aint feeling your style
You get stoned play over the radio right now
Where we at?
Where we at?
Where we at?
Dont deny me, diss or ostracize me
Cause its likely
Im all up in your sight gee
Its unreal how you deal and threat us
Your bunch of believers
I can tell just by the way you retreat, cat
Cause this is a discreet 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-bligin or your next tails rignin(Dring)
Either way it goes, fat baby aint signing
The game aint over until we all get *******ned
I mean you do your thing and
I do mine