We Didn't

Wanlov and Open Mike
Hit you like Tina was hoping Ike
Wouldn't
Stop repping for Hiphop
We just couldn't
Listen to the radio play stuff they
Shouldn't
You start rapping like them too?
We didn't

Care for
Turning our queens to whores
Kings to mannequins in stores
So much more
Are you ready for
You brains to work as hard
As your sweat
Pause
For a second
Something else is playing on myspace
Full of videos
Get used to seeing my face
Off
Like phone, car radio or Travolta
Region of Ghana
Say damn
And kneel at the altar
Ego
Yo chale Open chale mek we go
Common sense no be common to common people
This just be the first part
Await many sequels
In which I will become
Colbert Steven Segal
And swoop upon unsuspecting foul like Eagle

Whose rhymes go back to a time that's primeval
Divine yet lethal rhymes climb to the summit
To make a nighttime moon shine like it's sunwhipped
You want hits?
Grab a bong or crack pipes
If you can escape from your mundane and whack life
Your simple soul makes you a sad sight
Like a tough mack truck that's jackknifed
I can't help but watch like a rubberneck
As mainstream cats get tossed from the upper deck
What a mess made of their butter leathers
Now we're holding their spots down like tongue depressors
Make a little fun, but we brung it better
Damn how I love it when a plan comes together
This one for the good guys and none for the enemies
I'm banging a drum with Wanlov shouting victory

Wanlov and Open Mike
Hit you like Tina was hoping Ike
Wouldn't
Stop repping for Hiphop
We just couldn't
Listen to the radio play stuff they
Shouldn't
You start rapping like them too?
We didn't

Switch our styles up for their validation
We're anti-style integration
I pirate a radio dial for every child in the nation
I'd rather a silent station than violent sensationalism
We're providing an escape from the prisons
While other brothers sit and wait for permission
And know their stately positions
Making decisions on the stakes of the prisoners
Minister delivers prayers
Then the poison's administered
Then it's dust
Back to the essence without a fuss
Then we cuss at the brothers
Who take it away from us
We can trust in the government
Or bust up they bubbling
Shutting them up
So we can trust in the love within
Come again?
You'd rather be a follower?
I bet in the 8th grade you was a hall monitor
We gotta cut the dead weight so we can get our head straight
We can't make the omelette without cracking a couple eggs
Great
No animals were harmed in the making of this track
Produced by No Alias as a matter of fact
Like Bush is the biggest pusher of crack
Of whips on backs of browns, yellow, poor whites and even blacks
In skyscrape ships as nano microchips shapeshift
Into high gear for they fear the great rift
Revenge will be swift and in favour of those oppressed
We came to uplift with the flavour so be impressed

Wanlov and Open Mike
Hit you like Tina was hoping Ike
Wouldn't
Stop repping for Hiphop
We just couldn't
Listen to the radio play stuff they
Shouldn't
You start rapping like them too?
We didn't