by Talib Kweli
Okay
What is this?
Check it out y’all, check it out baby,
Check it out y’all, check it out baby,
Check it out y’all, check it out baby,
Check it out y’all, check it out baby,
This that upper echelon shit
What is this?
This that upper echelon shit
What is this?
This that upper echelon shit
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, 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?
This that upper echelon shit
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:]
Check it out y’all, check it out baby,
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?
This that upper echelon shit
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
What is this?
This that upper echelon shit
What is this?
This that upper echelon shit
Welcome to the prison of conscious
This that upper echelon shit
This that upper echelon shit
This that upper echelon shit
Welcome to the prison of conscious
This that upper echelon shit
This that upper echelon shit
This that upper echelon shit
Welcome to the prison of conscious
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