Where We At Lyrics - Feedback - Jurassic 5

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 swinging on my grapevine 

You heard a brother worthy and 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 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, fuck 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 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 

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 

That's 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? 

Where we at? 

Where we at? 

Don't deny me, diss or ostracize 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 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 ain't signing 

The game ain't over until we all get shined 

I mean you do your thing and I do mine