Upper Echelon

[Hook] Check it out baby Check it out y'all This that upper echelon shit What is this? Welcome to the Prisoner of Conscious [Verse 1] Brainiac dum-dum, 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 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 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 tomato flesh Waiting on me with baited breath [Hook] [Verse 3] Welcome to the Walking through double fisted, 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 it stay the fuck out of my mentions Pimping down to the socks, and so is business The all night workout like 24-Hour Fitness Y'all niggas is adorable, incorrigible The praise 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 of culture, back to the future rap, DeLorean I class up the joint the spit is valedictorian