Told Us Not To Lyrics

Yea, he's big time, we've got he invite
He's been tellin us how his skills are so tight
He knows everybody, everybody loves him
He's got diamond gold hangin under his chin
I meet up with Hash and check the idol out
"Yo man, you heard all the shit he's been talkin about?"
"Yea, he's doin shows with the pros gotten to find
this hoe is best froze an knows a dro an bro"
"He knew Tupac an he's worked with Dre"
"He smokes with Snoop, yea everyday"
"So you know this dude right?"
"Yea, we've talked a few times
he says our music's weak an gotta work on our rhymes"
"Fuck that Tac, lets jus see him play
Let's hit up the show, I hear he's playin today"
"We better get our tickets cause we cant wait long"
"He said if we waited, then they'd all be gone"

They told us not to rap
But we did it anyways
They told us we should quit
Man, there ain't no fuckin way
They said that we we're shit
We don't care what they say
Thanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today

"Yo, we must be early, no ones here yet"
"An two little kids are workin on the set.
A small ass venue, only ten in the crowd"
a mom next to me tells me she's so proud
"proud of what? why the hell you talkin to me?"
"My son, Danny, he's the MC!"
"Dude, Tac, what the fuck is goin on?"
Before he can even answer, a song comes on

An out comes "big time" lookin like a wanna-be
"Wanna-be thug, I cant believe what I see"
"An I cant believe we've got fooled by this chump"
He talks so big he's about to get fucked up
Up on stage, can't even flow to his beats
Braces an glasses an he's rappin about the streets
This kid's a joke an before he goes
He thanks his mom an friends for commin to his shows

They told us not to rap
But we did it anyways
They told us we should quit
Man, there ain't no fuckin way
They said that we we're shit
We don't care what they say
Thanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today

Shit like this that really gets me mad
These fake ass rappers jus sit around an brag
I hear their songs an I wonder how they got fans
Talk down to my band, you gettin knocked down man
This ain't a joke, see music's my life
An your insultin me cause you cant do it right
On a con mic, no thoughts to your rhymes
No meaning to your songs, no flow in you lines
No kick to your step, no passion on your tracks
No quality to feel, there's so much that you lack
An I'm wondering how you say your music's so good
An everyones bumpin it from the burbs to the hood
This ain't a hobby, no it ain't a game
An if you ain't got skills, don't even speak my name
You're jus a bunch of punks, embarrassing yourself
An you bringin down music for everybody else

They told us not to rap
But we did it anyways
They told us we should quit
Man, there ain't no fuckin way
They said that we we're shit
We don't care what they say
Thanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today

They told us not to rap
They told us we should quit
They said that we we're shit
Thanks to all the haters cause they made us who we are today