"We Are The People" lyrics
We are the people we've been looking for
Where are the people we've been looking for?
I guess I'm at the floor with the door wide open 'cause I seen more than I had need for
But the sea's raw that I pull from, so I don't need more than what I've been through
But I been true, what it gives you is a mad truth, yo, I been poor, let me tell you
That I'm now grown and what I speak now is now my own tone 'cause time's fast and it's been goin'
I've learnt this and I've been knowin', think I'm past it and it's still showin'
It's a backfist and it's still goin', it's a mad myth and it's still blowin'
It's a warm day and it's still snowin', it's a hard truth, what they tell you isn't all fact or cement proof
Like a left hand when you use two, ambidextrous, use my best too
It's a guess game, can you guess who? It's a meth lab makin' mad tunes
It's some Def Jam, fight for all you 'cause I paid mine, what are your dues?
'Cause in all lights, it's just bad news if the best part isn't your truth
Then the rest dies with your soul, truth and the rest part with the weight too
It's a chess game and I'm fate's mule, it's the next chance that I'll work through
It's the next cancer I'll burn through, it's the next banter I grin for
It's the next hand that I reach for will be the whole thing that I long for
As I skate by on a long board on a long day and I'm not bored
Do I push you pause on the encore? Did they not get what they came for?
This is Sam Cooke in a rap form, do I stop now? Do I rap more? Got your whole plan on a platform
This ain't gang shit, this is conscious, does the glove fit on the object?
Still an outcast, this is dumb math, this is fake gas
This is same people down the same path with their own face up their own ass
Watch the stones thrown as their home glass, it's a brave move, but it don't last
It's a costume and a fake fad 'cause it irks me and I stay mad
It's a fucked world and I hate that, I hate that, I hate that, I hate that
Ain't no one tell ya man, rather save that shit for later
I'm sayin', "Death to stars" like my middle name is Vader
I'm hittin' Earth, I'm going off this rock the size of craters
Fuck what Pops they said, I flopped, I'm here for a good debatin'
I laced with statements, bring the thunder like I'm Raiden
'Til I plunder to my greatness, it's a wonder why I waited
Don't care what's been rated, such flair that Rick been shakin'
They look, see me flamin', I'm slavin' over the pot
These neighbors know what I got, I'm fuckin' the whole game with it
Labels are made for shops, no product that needed placement, shit
Where are the people we've been looking for?
I guess I'm at the floor with the door wide open 'cause I seen more than I had need for
But the sea's raw that I pull from, so I don't need more than what I've been through
But I been true, what it gives you is a mad truth, yo, I been poor, let me tell you
That I'm now grown and what I speak now is now my own tone 'cause time's fast and it's been goin'
I've learnt this and I've been knowin', think I'm past it and it's still showin'
It's a backfist and it's still goin', it's a mad myth and it's still blowin'
It's a warm day and it's still snowin', it's a hard truth, what they tell you isn't all fact or cement proof
Like a left hand when you use two, ambidextrous, use my best too
It's a guess game, can you guess who? It's a meth lab makin' mad tunes
It's some Def Jam, fight for all you 'cause I paid mine, what are your dues?
'Cause in all lights, it's just bad news if the best part isn't your truth
Then the rest dies with your soul, truth and the rest part with the weight too
It's a chess game and I'm fate's mule, it's the next chance that I'll work through
It's the next cancer I'll burn through, it's the next banter I grin for
It's the next hand that I reach for will be the whole thing that I long for
As I skate by on a long board on a long day and I'm not bored
Do I push you pause on the encore? Did they not get what they came for?
This is Sam Cooke in a rap form, do I stop now? Do I rap more? Got your whole plan on a platform
This ain't gang shit, this is conscious, does the glove fit on the object?
Still an outcast, this is dumb math, this is fake gas
This is same people down the same path with their own face up their own ass
Watch the stones thrown as their home glass, it's a brave move, but it don't last
It's a costume and a fake fad 'cause it irks me and I stay mad
It's a fucked world and I hate that, I hate that, I hate that, I hate that
Ain't no one tell ya man, rather save that shit for later
I'm sayin', "Death to stars" like my middle name is Vader
I'm hittin' Earth, I'm going off this rock the size of craters
Fuck what Pops they said, I flopped, I'm here for a good debatin'
I laced with statements, bring the thunder like I'm Raiden
'Til I plunder to my greatness, it's a wonder why I waited
Don't care what's been rated, such flair that Rick been shakin'
They look, see me flamin', I'm slavin' over the pot
These neighbors know what I got, I'm fuckin' the whole game with it
Labels are made for shops, no product that needed placement, shit
