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