We The Ones by Literates
We The Ones lyrics
A lot of people don't know what goes on behind the scenes...
Gotta let you know
[Verse 1]
Here it is now we let it be known
This rap games is filled with look alikes and wack ass clones
Enter the zone where the flows become original
We bomb on the pitiful and make them look invisible
It's been a minute since you heard that heat
You turn the channel never findin' what you crave and the beat
Most that sh*t they play is f*ckin' weak
The radio is oblivious to what happens in the streets
We understand you and we feel that pain
That's why we make the hype sh*t to make you feel that reign
Why you think we don't roll with the fame
Could it be we stay true and never go with the grain?
Read the books, this music is all business
Without the right support we become non existent
So I'ma keep it ill, keep it sick, keep it nice
Keep it on the underground and enjoy the light
[Hook (x2)]
We the ones that be keepin' hot
When we rock on ya block feel the shock don't stop
We the ones that be keepin' it tight
All day, all night, that's ill, that's right
[Verse 2]
When we dropped up on the scene couldn't cop a better team
The Literates got skills that every person needs
We learned right away, what it takes to make it in this
We chose not to talk about sh*t that was ridiculous
You hear it all the time, it's gettin' lame
I'm sick of hearing people yap about platinum thangs
I guess it's cool cause it's rap and it sells
But it's monkey see monkey do with no original skills
We know the deal it's not personal it's business
Fans hold the final word on whether we stay in this
Never took the time to drop in at the warehouse
And then you wonder why your favorite rapper seemed to sell out
It makes me question, why I'm in this to begin with
F*ck it I'ma talk about rims get me a gimmick
I'ma be the illest rapper on the streets
Talkin' bout I keep it real, check the diamonds on my teeth
[Interlude]
Yeah that's right recognize the real
Not that fake sh*t you hear on the radio every day
You know what I'm sayin' come on
[Hook (x2)]
We the ones that be keepin' hot
When we rock on ya block feel the shock don't stop
We the ones that be keepin' it tight
All day, all night, that's ill, that's right
[Verse 3]
It's not my fault that they spinnin' all that bullsh*t
There they go again followin' the foolish
All these wack rappers soundin' so obnoxious
Talk about the hits they got and don't know how to rock sh*t
Let's be honest you couldn't harm this
If my eyes were gauged out and my brain left unconscious
I'm on some sh*t that got your whole conscious nauseous
You can't lock this we break down ya offense
It's only one way we know to fight back
We got to make that I'll sh*t that makes ya head snap back
Yeah
But even then we gotta get in within
Put a stop to the sin of wack radio spins
And to remind those, the ones that rhyme minimal
Spend a lil time when you write and be original
It's not difficult listen it's called skill
We the ones that be rockin' the spot and keepin' it I'll
[Hook (x2)]
We the ones that be keepin' hot
When we rock on ya block feel the shock don't stop
We the ones that be keepin' it tight
All day' all night' that's ill, that's right
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