Lyrics Earning Potential - Talib Kweli, Mac Miller

Earning Potential

Yeah

They said I need to change my name
Who the fuck you think you are, Brand Nubian?
Now they only claim to fame is sayin' how they knew me then
I walk through the flood, see the direction that I'm movin' in
Steppin' through the blood, my soul is red like Louis Vuittons
Know I can choose to be the deepest rapper
Or write punchlines that go after the cheapest laughter that'll reach the masses
But now they wishin' that they peeped it faster, ain't wanna admit it
But they had to concede it, so I'm a conceited bastard
The flow is coveted, lovin' your rose-colored glasses
Many degrees to this rappin', but I complete the masters
Try to describe it and you run out of superlatives
This the real, what you hear on the radio alternative
They guessin' what I'm makin', but they estimate conservative
'Cause, boy, you see how pure it is
I earned what they said I wouldn't, and got it the way they said I couldn't

Fuck that, we're kickin' down the door to get a foot in
Fuck that, we're kickin' down the door to get a foot in
Fuck that, we're kickin' down the door to get a foot in
To get a foot in, yeah, to get a foot in

They told me I don't got a chance to be a rapper
Might as well just hit the books
And every time I went to shows, I had these people give me looks
Now they watchin' while I'm doin' this, they pussy, smell the uterus
You haters keep on hatin', it ain't nothin' 'cause I'm used to it
See, me as a youngin', just eager to get a chance
Writin' in the lab when no one believed I could make a jam
But now I got my fans in the stands with they hands high
They worry 'bout the morals I follow and what I stand by
They say I'm nothin' new, I ain't got shit to say
Sit back and I'll change the world, you're in a different age
I burst your bubble, your struggle, double the trouble
When dissin' with no rebuttal from me, laughin' from another country
It ain't 'bout tons of money, I'm here to open minds
They close the door on me, so I guess I'll open mine up

Y'all niggas don't seem to understand me out here, B
Nobody playin' games on these streets, man
Y'all niggas better hold it down out here, a'ight?
You done lost your privilege of gettin' any money, man
You dead up here, man
You dead, man, a'ight?
You hear what the fuck I'm sayin', man?