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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Talib Kweli
Talib Kweli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
H. Fraud
H. Fraud
Composer
T. K. Greene
T. K. Greene
Composer
Rory Quigley
Rory Quigley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer

Lyrics

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 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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