We On (must Be) Lyrics - Singles - Marcus Orelias

[Verse 1: Marcus Orelias] 

Marcus Orelias, come with me or get left. 

Why like me? Yo girl been stressed 

Past dresses motivated bars I bench-pressed 

Dropping science till the bell rang 

Shoes had holes so I felt the pain 

Got played, so I dont play. 

Pockets got fat so she knows my name (ooo weee) 

Do they hit my line, coming quick and I love it 

J.J. mixed so I spit sick throw up your spine 

Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; Ill R.I.P. this at instance 

I moonwalk on sentences till I free birds with sentences in a few days 

Been a minute and a long way, reminiscing on my old ways 

And I love the way she move that thang but hey 

Hands on her hips she licks those lips when she sees me flow 

She dont know yearned for hype they said no, so I became my own 

Now what I need is TLC or P&P till I TNT, get high and won't come down 

Cause they know the sound when I come around 

From that rebel of the underground 

Wassup 

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] 

You must be a fool to think that I ain't on 

And if you think I ain't on 

Nigga you must not be on 

Cause We On (x9) 

[Verse 2: Marcus Orelias] 

Everybody knows that we on 

It took long getting the buzz strong 

Had to strive for it; go and get it 

Didnt sleep much cause I couldnt miss it 

Now Im sending missiles headed from my mental 

To peoples minds on missed missions 

Pay attention, when you pay admissions 

I used to write, stuck in detention 

So move to the beat when the DJ is spinning (uh) 

I see no competition (uh), in another dimension 

Its been this way since Ive known microphone 

I wasnt known, pre gold chains and nice phones. 

Watching talespin to make ya head spin, songs write themselves 

Stay up, when stress prevails and you feel hell 

Have no fear, what do you fear? (Failure probably) 

Dont quit; show everybody why you 

More sick than everybody; watch me. Take a picture, then copy. 

I stay on track when I rhyme on tracks; turning curbs 45 degrees. 

They laughed but its all good to me cause 

Phonys fall out like bad weaves, straightaway Im on tracked beats 

This fame hit me like a ton of bricks 

So you know I move quick, before she turn me on 

Cause she knows that we on. 

Yeuh 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Marcus Orelias] 

Some swear I wear emotions, put it all on my sleeve 

Police slap handcuffs, I hit back with these beats. 

Sleep; repeat, writing for Katie, Keisha and Brendas. 

Stats and politicians see our chances slim. 

No slimmer than an art career path. 

For the love you slim fast 

Dont talk to me when Im in the zone 

Snapping to infiltrate every home. 

Stop on commercial, incase u missed it. 

Im strapped to the nose of a rocket bout to take the breaks off. 

Ive waited on this for so long. 

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] 

You must be a fool to think I ain't on 

And if you think I ain't on 

Nigga you must not be on 

Cause We On (x9)