|
[Hook] |
|
Check it out baby |
|
Check it out y'all |
|
This that upper echelon shit |
|
What is this? |
|
[Verse 1] |
|
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 |
|
[Hook] |
|
[Verse 2] |
|
I be listening to real shit, real spit, like die hard feeling |
|
Type of shit the fake niggas find hard to deal wit' |
|
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 |
|
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] |
|
[Verse 3] |
|
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 |
