Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rising Up, artist - The Roots.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rising Up |
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying |
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying |
I walked up and asked, «What's wrong?» |
She told me that the radio’s been playing |
The same song all day long |
So I told her I got something you’ve been waiting for |
I got something you’ve been waiting for |
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying |
I walked up and asked, «What's wrong?» |
She told me that the radio’s been playing |
The same song all day long |
So get your glass, lift it up in the toast position |
We getting paper like John Travolta get it |
Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it |
You know me and my whole squad, we so committed |
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it |
We 'bout to dominate the globe like Oprah did it |
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga |
Well I’m a downtown shooter, who that? |
The crown ruler is back, he kind of grew into the shape of a mack |
Look how I do it, yo I’m taking you back |
This how you rise down to the foundation, how sacred is that? |
I’m from the number one place on the map |
The generational gap, with yet another sensational track |
And we don’t stress for nothing, I just press the button |
It’s as simple as just making it hap' |
To all the frauds stop faking, relax, and to the broads if you caking |
Then clap then shake it without breaking your back |
I know the world been waiting for that, you been aching for that |
Cause what they playing on the station is wack |
And I’m a legend in the flesh that dress to impress |
The best is that which I accept and nothing less |
My stacks is grotesque, my squad so fresh |
You know it’s Black Thought, and your boy the bro Quest, but |
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying |
I walked up and asked, «What's wrong?» |
She told me that the radio’s been playing |
The same song all day long |
So get your glass, lift it up in the toast position |
We getting paper like John Travolta get it |
Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it |
You know me and my whole squad, we so committed |
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it |
We 'bout to dominate the globe like Oprah did it |
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga |
Hip-hop ain’t dead cause the pulse is in us |
I got the Everclear flow, they mimosa with it |
We are the hope of the culture, they 'posed to listen |
And I’m supposed to pivot like I’m a forward in the league |
I’m Oden with it |
Yet don’t owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics |
But if you ain’t got the dance, they revoke your spinning |
So good rappers ain’t eating, they Olsen twining |
But I’m so committed, they have grown familiar |
With the counterfeit hitters, they so-so with it, but they are Sosa with it |
They Mark McGwire with the written, I’m Rodriguez |
On the road to riches this is the fork I’m hitting |
This is the trial-and-error era, no co-defendant |
I push the seed every time like I’m Cody with it |
I said the one-hit wonders pneumonia to us |
I don’t know you niggas, hit the road, my nigga |
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying |
I walked up and asked, «What's wrong?» |
She told me that the radio’s been playing |
The same song all day long |
So get your glass, lift it up in the toast position |
We getting paper like John Travolta get it |
Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it |
You know me and my whole squad, we so committed |
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it |
We 'bout to dominate the globe like Oprah did it |
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga |
Where my grimy figures at? |
Look lively addressing the captain |
Show me where your first impression is at |
And where your dedication to the true profession is at |
How you laugh? |
Answer me, what kind of question is that? |
I’ll show you where my rare essence is at |
The adolescence of rap, the real muscle in the message of that |
My name trouble I’m a blessing to rap |
And you can check my stats cause worldwide, they attesting to that |
So nigga listen, you can probably learn a lesson perhaps |
How I’m like Bobby DeNiro, Joe Pesc' and them cats |
Am I the unsung hero? |
Oh yes |
If you asking anybody that’s aware of the classics |
They’ll tell you I’m a legend in the flesh that dress to impress |
The best is that which I accept and nothing less |
My stacks is grotesque, my squad so fresh |
You know it’s Black Thought, and your boy the bro Quest, but |
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying |
I walked up and asked, «What's wrong?» |
She told me that the radio’s been playing |
The same song all day long |
So get your glass, lift it up in the toast position |
We getting paper like John Travolta get it |
Cause we focused with it, we supposed to get it |
You know me and my whole squad, we so committed |
We not the kids cooling out on the sofa with it |
We 'bout to dominate the globe like Oprah did it |
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga |
So let’s go! |