Talib Kweli

Talib Kweli - Upper Echelon lyrics

rate me

Okay

What is this?

2 x

Check it out baby

Check it out y'all

Check it out baby

Check it out y'all

This that upper echelon shit

What is this?

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, this is 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 and 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, a back 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 else to know 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.

Hook:

Check it out y'all, check it out baby,

Check it out y'all, check it out baby,

Check it out y'all, uh.

This that upper echelon shit

What is this?

This that upper echelon shit

What is this?

Welcome to the..

See I've been listening the real shit, real spit, my die hard feeling

Type of shit that 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 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

[Hook:]

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

3 x

This that upper echelon shit

What is this?

This that upper echelon shit

What is this?

Welcome to the prison of conscious

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