Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Upper Echelon, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Prisoner of Conscious, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 3D, Javotti Media
Song language: English
Upper Echelon |
Check it out baby |
Check it out y’all |
This that upper echelon shit |
What is this? |
Welcome to the prison of conscious |
Brainiacs said I’m done, bust the scientifical |
You feel it all up in your soul, we getting spiritual |
You heard I’m coming back, it’s so scary I put the fear in you |
I murder every track, cause the rhymers like to stare at you |
Real shit back, it’s a miracle, rap been laughable over the last year or two |
Reflecting like a mirror through who is the real living proof |
I’m back with the classical shit, I pack lyrical |
Substance like a bowls of kush into a vaporizer |
And then I vaporize ya', my paper may surprise ya' |
No need to brag on my paper cause I’m a naturizer |
I vibrate higher, the truth break liars |
I chose who is like us, the lovers, the fighters, the writers, the exciters |
Cut the grass we could see the vipers, we cut the glass cause we the diamonds |
I be listening to real shit, real spit, like die hard feeling |
Type of shit the fake niggas find hard to deal with' |
I’m on a higher plane, I’m destroying em' while I build them |
My threat can’t be contained, so my name on Obama kill list |
Kweli the artist that you wanna be, moving the through darkness, |
The light is what’s in front of me, |
Front on me you posers exposing your insecurities |
Supposedly it’s wack, and replaces lack of maturity |
The purity you need to get in the game is gone |
Ain’t no conspiracy, stop looking for someone to blame it on |
Gotta pay a debt, took a stale style and I made it fresh |
Wait a second, got your girl wetter than tomatoes flesh |
Waiting on me with baited breath |
Welcome to the |
Walking through a double fist, and I’m lifted on something vicious |
Everything is moving, I’m getting me a percentage |
Vintage, nothing but the sky is my ascendant |
My girl is ride or die, I’m avoiding the evil temptress |
Ain’t no question who the best is, you don’t like the state then fuck it and my |
mansions |
Pimping down to the socks, and so is business |
The all night workout like 24-Hour Fitness |
Y’all niggas is adorable, incorrigible, the prayers that you get is barely |
audible |
People is ignoring you why? |
the last place in the world that you belong is a |
recording booth |
Order suit, niggas is gassed up, petroleum a lab when these niggas get swept up |
Custodians a culture back to the future rap the delorean |
A class looking joint to spit as valedictorian |
This that upper echelon shit |
Welcome to the Prison Of Conscious |