Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Comin' from the Lower Level , by - Talib Kweli. Release date: 21.07.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Comin' from the Lower Level |
| Hard way o' livin |
| Take it one day at a time |
| Combine all the thoughts from the mind |
| See through y’all like a Australian hundred |
| People still buzzin off the first single blunted |
| Lyrics like a maze |
| The beat’ll just keep you enroute |
| So y’all can just party ya way out |
| Developin at the house |
| So when it comes time for me to put it out |
| I get my point off what I’m about |
| Family first |
| Depictin every word on my verse |
| To be the best weapon on earth |
| I’m steppin on turf |
| Symbolizin makin it work |
| Network, the date on my shirt |
| Prayin it works |
| If I die my lyrics are legible |
| Somebody read 'em |
| Cuz somebody in this world need 'em |
| Feed 'em to the hungry |
| Educate all the people amongst me |
| Spread 'em all across the whole country |
| Yeah |
| Ras gladiate fowla |
| Imma die through valhalla |
| Slappin sixteen pimps like baguettes with baby powder |
| How high is elevation? |
| Depends on the mind |
| How much is too much? |
| Depends on the crime |
| Nine to the ten, (and) eight to the nine |
| My ho’s rate like television networks prime time |
| My whole state asks me to stand on my shoulders |
| Tell ya soldiers we be bold like yo shanoya |
| Hold ya damn phone |
| They puttin bb, jay, shyne, and biggie on the same song |
| With p diddy, lil zane, ja rule, and 2Pac |
| If this truth fits, wear it biter, and through the socks (nigga) |
| Phil the agony, ras kass, kweli |
| I fuck with hoes from videos not then again I read |
| Respect ya for not me I be superficial |
| Money, hoes, and clothes, then let death kiss you |
| Yeah |
| I write rhymes on backpedals of dusted cars |
| Trust these bars to get high enough to touch the stars |
| My dreams far to big for a box |
| I rock harder than fiends leanin on ya block |
| Steamin on some chocolate paper filled with the greatest |
| And got the latest devices on my head |
| It’s all here as far as this rap shit |
| I let y’all niggas argue about who the nicest |
| Set my watch to crisis |
| Fundraise stack papers like isis |
| Twice as much you wanted first is what you get |
| Ya boy kwa about to let you forget |
| Don’t hold ya breath |
| This the whole enchilada |
| My flow’s hotta |
| And blows spotsa (sssssss) |
| Like soldiers lookin for osama |
| Go harder to the paint of stained glass artists |
| Lacin the chapel with bitches and papel saints |
| Yall ain’t natural, y’all sweet like snapple drinks |
| This battle see what the big apple think |
| We hotter than bein on the beat |
| To cali with minx |
| You on a brink |