We Are the Ones

The Coup

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publisher: ©BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
writers: Boots Riley
album: Track 2 in album Pick a Bigger Weapon
release date: 2006-4-25
popularity : 9 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious
length: 4:16
producer: Boots Riley

Album Information

label: Epitaph
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 045778672028
script: Latin

Cover Art

The Coup Pick a Bigger Weapon cover art

Lyrics

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We, we are the ones
We, we came to fight

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
Once upon a time when crack was gold
I scoured the streets for stacks to fold

My heat in the trunk of the classic Caprice
So I cooked it, bagged it, put it on sale
Now philosophically you'd be opposed
But economically I would propose

Left to fend for myself in the wild
Were there to bury me under the gravel
Or at the bottom of the finest malt ale
That in every neighborhood and penitentiary

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
It's yo' disgrace, smash up your place, that's just polite
In later years I lost some peers
And took shots from gung-ho cashiers

And my stack got a little bit taller like Skee-Lo
There was all of this hell well and not one hero
The intensity was fortified
Barely down at the retail store, I would detail more

To not sleep in the park in the fetal position
Otherwise I'd survive without legal permission
It's an equal division and then we go to prison
All I wanted was a Regal to glisten
And complete ammunition

We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go, get yo' guns
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
We are born from the mildew, the rust, the heathenous lust
The grieving is just, they're thieving from us

We like free speech but we love free cable
Which leads to high speeds in Buick LeSables
We have no excuses just great alibis
Our politicians sell our soul and our cries

Not just talkin' 'bout the Lex with the chrome kits
Let's all own **** then toast with Patron hits
We, we are the ones
We, we came to fight

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

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Bullets & Love (Introduction)
  • 2 We Are the Ones
  • 3 Laugh/Love/Fuck
  • 4 My Favorite Mutiny
  • 5 ijustwannalayaroundalldayinbedwithyou
  • 6 Head (of State)
  • 7 ShoYoAss
  • 8 Yes 'em to Death
  • 9 Ass-Breath Killers
  • 10 Get That Monkey Off Your Back
  • 11 MindFuck (A New Equation)
  • 12 Two Enthusiastic Thumbs Down
  • 13 I Love Boosters!
  • 14 Tiffany Hall
  • 15 BabyLet'sHaveABabyBeforeBushDoSomethin'Crazy
  • 16 Captain Sterling's Little Problem
  • 17 The Stand