| Check it out baby
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| Check it out y’all
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| This that upper echelon shit
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| What is this?
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| Welcome to the prison of conscious
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| Brainiacs said I’m done, bust the scientifical
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| You feel it all up in your soul, we getting spiritual
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| You heard I’m coming back, it’s so scary I put the fear in you
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| I murder every track, cause the rhymers like to stare at you
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| Real shit back, it’s a miracle, rap been laughable over the last year or two
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| Reflecting like a mirror through who is the real living proof
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| I’m back with the classical shit, I pack lyrical
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| Substance like a bowls of kush into a vaporizer
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| And then I vaporize ya', my paper may surprise ya'
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| No need to brag on my paper cause I’m a naturizer
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| I vibrate higher, the truth break liars
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| I chose who is like us, the lovers, the fighters, the writers, the exciters
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| Cut the grass we could see the vipers, we cut the glass cause we the diamonds
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| I be listening to real shit, real spit, like die hard feeling
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| Type of shit the fake niggas find hard to deal with'
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| I’m on a higher plane, I’m destroying em' while I build them
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| My threat can’t be contained, so my name on Obama kill list
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| Kweli the artist that you wanna be, moving the through darkness,
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| The light is what’s in front of me,
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| Front on me you posers exposing your insecurities
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| Supposedly it’s wack, and replaces lack of maturity
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| The purity you need to get in the game is gone
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| Ain’t no conspiracy, stop looking for someone to blame it on
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| Gotta pay a debt, took a stale style and I made it fresh
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| Wait a second, got your girl wetter than tomatoes flesh
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| Waiting on me with baited breath
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| Welcome to the
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| Walking through a double fist, and I’m lifted on something vicious
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| Everything is moving, I’m getting me a percentage
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| Vintage, nothing but the sky is my ascendant
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| My girl is ride or die, I’m avoiding the evil temptress
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| Ain’t no question who the best is, you don’t like the state then fuck it and my
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| mansions
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| Pimping down to the socks, and so is business
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| The all night workout like 24-Hour Fitness
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| Y’all niggas is adorable, incorrigible, the prayers that you get is barely
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| audible
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| People is ignoring you why? |
| the last place in the world that you belong is a
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| recording booth
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| Order suit, niggas is gassed up, petroleum a lab when these niggas get swept up
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| Custodians a culture back to the future rap the delorean
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| A class looking joint to spit as valedictorian
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| This that upper echelon shit
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| Welcome to the Prison Of Conscious |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Upper Echelon , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Prisoner of Conscious, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп