The Coup - Pick A Bigger Weapon We Are The Ones

Lyrics

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 yo 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 was yale
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 had froze
and I felt like and 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 yo 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 saved for a kilo
and my stack got a little bit taller like skee-lo
a street C-E-O
there was all of this heroin and not one hero
the intensity was fortified
as I clenched five digits on the 45
belly-down at the retail store
I would detail more
but I don't wish these actions to be glorified
If 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 emissions
otherwise, I survive without legal permission
it's unequal division
and then we go prison
which is a lethal decision
all I wanted was the Regal to glisten
and my kids to have meat in the kitchen
I am 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 yo place
That's just polite

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
our pay is 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 caint analyze
our politicians sell soul and our cries
with blood on their hands you 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 could get that by yourself with a fo-fifth
let's all own shit then toast wit 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 yo place
That's just polite