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