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The Coup

Genres: Hip-Hop

We Are The Ones Lyrics - The Coup

We, we are the ones 

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns 

We, we came to fight 

It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite 

 

We, we are the ones 

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns 

We, we came to fight 

It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite 

 

Once upon a time when crack was gold 

And hip-hop was not yet platinum sold 

I scoured the streets for stacks to fold 

My mood like my hair was relaxed and blowed 

 

I hated police and my teachers were beasts 

My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice 

The one university, I knew the deal 

So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale 

 

Now philosophically you'd be opposed 

To one inhaling coke via mouth or the nose 

But economically I would propose 

That you go eat a dick as employment froze 

 

And I felt like an abandoned child 

Left to fend for myself in the wild 

While every courtroom, judge and gavel 

Were there to bury me under the gravel 

 

Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale 

Observe, you'll find without fail 

That in every neighborhood and penitentiary 

There exists many others who are similar to me and 

 

We, we are the ones 

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns 

We, we came to fight 

It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite 

 

In later years I lost some peers 

Who mixed burners with Belvedere 

And took shots from gung-ho cashiers 

The world was cold yet hell was near 

 

So I seek for a kilo 

And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo 

A street C.E.O. 

There was all of this hell well and not one hero 

 

The intensity was fortified 

As I clenched five digits on the forty-five 

Barely down at the retail store, I would detail more 

But I don't wish this action to be glorified 

 

There was a plan I was eager to listen 

To not sleep in the park in the fetal position 

Having to wipe off canine fecal emission 

Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission 

 

It's an equal division and then we go to prison 

Which is a little decision 

All I wanted was a Regal to glisten 

And my kids would have meat in the kitchen 

And complete ammunition 

It's a given once the people are driven that 

 

We, we are the ones 

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns 

We, we came to fight 

It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite 

 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

 

We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust 

The dreams in the dust, the evidence flushed 

The grieving is just, they're thieving from us 

Insulted and cussed, this evening we bust 

 

Appears unstable and under the table 

We like free speech but we love free cable 

We're taught from the cradle, the Bill Gates fable 

Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables 

 

We have no excuses just great alibis 

And poker faces you can't analyze 

Our politicians sell our soul and our cries 

With blood on their hands, they can't sanitize 

 

We're the have-nots but we're also the gon'-gets 

Not just talkin' 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits 

You can get that by yourself with the four-fifth 

Let's all own shit then toast with Patron hits 

 

We, we are the ones 

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns 

We, we came to fight 

It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite 

 

We, we are the ones 

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns 

We, we came to fight 

It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite 

 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

Get your work up, get your work up 

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