CHOPS, Phil Da Agony, Ras Kass, Talib Kweli - Comin from the Lower Level lyrics
[CHOPS, Phil Da Agony, Ras Kass, Talib Kweli - Comin from the Lower Level lyrics]
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
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 2Pac
If this truth fit's, wear it biter
And through the socks (nigga)
Phil the agony, ras kass, kweli
I fuck with hoes from videos
Not then again I read
Respect ya for not me I be superficial
Money, hoes, and clothes
Then let death kiss you
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 niggas 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
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
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 2Pac
If this truth fit's, wear it biter
And through the socks (nigga)
Phil the agony, ras kass, kweli
I fuck with hoes from videos
Not then again I read
Respect ya for not me I be superficial
Money, hoes, and clothes
Then let death kiss you
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 niggas 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