Hook
We culture, we the real rock stars
You take what we make, then try to say it’s not ours
We culture, who we are is art
You can imitate, but what’s in our hearts
We culture, we the real rock stars
You take what we make, then say it’s not ours
But we’re culture, who we are is art
You can imitate, but can’t remake what’s in our hearts
We culture
You love our culture, hate our people
[You]Dub us vulgar, imitate what we do
Lunch on the hors d’oeuvres like it’s the way to feed you
Grinning and sinning while we give you the things you feast to
We taught drums to talk, we hummed and waltzed
Strummed without pause, even when hung and mauled
The chains you gave could constrain our song
When we sang our songs, the world sang along
So when you see these things on TV screens
Your children perceive these themes and believe in we
We see—somewhere in America Miley twerking
We see—under that mascara Kylie’s wants to be a black person
Puckering their lips and shuttering their hips lining their purses while it suited their purpose
But being black adjacent may take you places
You can imitate it, but cannot duplicate it
We culture
Hook
We culture, we the real rock stars
You take what we make, then try to say it’s not ours
But we’re culture, who we are is art
You imitate, but can’t remake what’s in our hearts
We culture, we the real rock stars
You take what we make, then say it’s not ours
But we’re culture, who we are is art
You can imitate, but can’t remake what’s in our hearts
We culture
Verse 2 [Nezi
WE WANT WAR TILL ALL THE MAN EQUAL
This our story, I see through y’all sequel
You build walls and seats on our steeple
Still we flower the world with our sepal
Power to the people
Knowledge to the feeble
See our stars are scars with some diesel
Paint a picture
Grab a easel
We the life-source—you the fecal
Far, we are and it’s pretty bizarre
How they still in be in awe
By the new black czars
Kings Queens and finer things
Little kids in the ‘hood
That can rhyme and sing
They take it, but they don’t it too well
Then they try to dip sets from the real jewels
Our bodies, where they used to throw stones
Now they in the gym [Jim
Tryna keep up with the Jones
Hook
We culture, we the real rock stars
You take what we make, then try to say it’s not ours
But we’re culture, who we are is art
You imitate, but can’t remake what’s in our hearts
We culture, we the real rock stars
You take what we make, then say it’s not ours
But we’re culture, who we are is art
You can imitate, but can’t remake what’s in our hearts
We culture
Y’all act like a show of fondness prompts approval
But like with the bro Giannis Anteokounpo
We’re known as a freak in every lake, or pond we do go
Wandering as Outkasts like Antwan and Andre do know
So, no you can’t go with bronzer to rock the skin tone
When you can wash off the tan but still harm our kinfolk
So if you pon the replay, know who caused the tempo
Love the artist and the art, it can all be simple
You can’t have our rhythm without our blues
That’s what all of this is amounting to
If you don’t move yo feet, then we don’t eat
What 3 Stacks gone speak is true
But if the only feat is you’ve moved your feat
Please rethink a thing or two when you sing our tunes
See the people too when they sweep you out your shoes
And while those hips are swaying whenever you play
Remember you can imitate it, but not duplicate it
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Timothy Welbeck Lyrics – We Culture