Talib Kweli

Comin From The Lower Level

Talib Kweli


(Phil Da Agony) 
Hard way o' livin 
Take it one day at a time 
Combine all the thoughts from the mind 
See through y'all like a Australian hundred 
People still buzzin off the first single blunted 
Lyrics like a maze 
The beat'll just keep you enroute 
So y'all can just party ya way out 
Developin at the house 
So when it comes time for me to put it out 
I get my point off what I'm about 
Family first 
Depictin every word on my verse 
To be the best weapon on earth 
I'm steppin on turf 
Symbolizin makin it work 
Network, the date on my shirt 
Prayin it works 
If I die my lyrics are legible 
Somebody read 'em 
Cuz somebody in this world need 'em 
Feed 'em to the hungry 
Educate all the people amongst me 
Spread 'em all across the whole country 

(Hook) 

(Ras Kass) 
Yeah 
Ras gladiate fowla 
Imma die through valhalla 
Slappin sixteen pimps like baguettes with baby powder 
How high is elevation? 
Depends on the mind 
How much is too much? 
Depends on the crime 
Nine to the ten, (and) eight to the nine 
My ho's rate like television networks prime time 
My whole state asks me to stand on my shoulders 
Tell ya soldiers we be bold like yo shanoya 
Hold ya damn phone 
They puttin bb, jay, shyne, and biggie on the same song 
With p diddy, lil zane, ja rule, and tupac 
If this truth fits, wear it biter, and through the socks (nigga) 
Phil the agony, ras kass, kweli 
I fuck with hos from videos not then again I read 
Respect ya for not me I be superficial 
Money, hos, and clothes, then let death kiss you 

(Hook) 

(Talib Kweli) 
Yeah 
I write rhymes on backpedals of dusted cars 
Trust these bars to get high enough to touch the stars 
My dreams far to big for a box 
I rock harder than fiends leanin on ya block 
Steamin on some chocolate paper filled with the greatest 
And got the latest devices on my head 
It's all here as far as this rap shit 
I let y'all niggaz argue about who the nicest 
Set my watch to crisis 
Fundraise stack papers like isis 
Twice as much you wanted first is what you get 
Ya boy kwa about to let you forget 
Don't hold ya breath 
This the whole enchilada 
My flow's hotta 
And blows spotsa (sssssss) 
Like soldiers lookin for osama 
Go harder to the paint of stained glass artists 
Lacin the chapel with bitches and papel saints 
Yall ain't natural, y'all sweet like snapple drinks 
This battle see what the big apple think 
We hotter than bein on the beat 
To cali with minx 
You on a brink