We Didn't

[Chorus]

Wanlov and Open Mike hit you like Tina was hoping Ike wouldn't

Stop repping for hip hop we just couldn't

Listen to the radio play stuff they shouldn't

You start rapping like them too? We didn't

[Verse 1: Wanlov and Open Mike Eagle]

Care for, turning our queens to whores

Kings to mannequins in stores

So much more, are you ready for

Your brains to work as hard as your sweat pores/pours

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, 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 Seagal

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 at night time moonshine like it's sunlit

You want hits? Grab a bong or crack pipe

So you can escape from your mundane and wack 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

Made a little funk, but we brung it better

Damn, how I love it when a plan comes together

This is one for the good guys and none for the enemies

I'm banging a drum with Wanlov shouting victory

[Chorus]

Wanlov and Open Mike hit you like Tina was hoping Ike wouldn't

Stop repping for hip hop we just couldn't

Listen to the radio play stuff they shouldn't

You start rapping like them too? We didn't

Hit you like Tina was hoping Ike wouldn't

Stop repping for hip hop we just couldn't

Listen to the radio play stuff they shouldn't

You start rapping like them too? We didn't

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle and Wanlov]

Switch our styles up for their validation

We're anti style-integration

I'm pirating 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

Where other brothers sit and wait for permission

And knows their stately positions

Making decisions on the stakes of the prisoners

Minister deliver prayers

Then the poision's administered then it's dust

Back to the essence without a fuss

Then we cuss at the brothers that take it away from us

We could 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 heads 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 brown, 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 in the favour of those oppressed

We came to uplift with the flavour so be impressed

[Chorus]

Wanlov and Open Mike kid you like Tina was hoping Ike wouldn't

Stop repping for hip hop we just couldn't

Listen to the radio play stuff they shouldn't

You start rapping like them too? We didn't

Wanlov and Open Mike kid you like Tina was hoping Ike wouldn't

Stop repping for hip hop we just couldn't

Listen to the radio play stuff they shouldn't

You start rapping like them too? We didn't