Talib Kweli, Z-Trip, Mac Miller - Earning Potential lyrics
[Talib Kweli, Z-Trip, Mac Miller - Earning Potential lyrics]
Yeah, they said I need to change my name
Who the fuck you think you are, Brand Nubian
Now they only playing the famous
Saying that they knew me then
I walk through the flood
See the direction that I'm moving in
Step into the blood
My soul is red like Louis Vuittons
Know I can choose to be the deepest rapper
Or write punchlines back to after the
Cheapest laughter that'll reach the masses
But now they wishing that
They peeked it faster, ain't wanna admit it
But they had to concede it
So I'm a conceited bastard
The flow is coveted love it
Your rose colored glasses
Many degrees to this rapping
But I completed the masters
Try to describe it and you
Run out of superlatives
This the real what you hear
On the radio alternative
They guessing what I'm making
But they ask to make conservate
Cause boy you see how pure it is
I earned what they said I wouldn't
And got it the way they said I couldn't
Fuck that
We're kicking down the door to get a foot in
Fuck that
We're kicking down the door to get a foot in
Fuck that
We're kicking down the door to get a foot in
To get a foot in, yeah, to get a foot in
To get a foot in
They told me I don't got a
Chance to be a rapper
Might as well just hit the books
And every time I went to shows I
Had these people give me looks
Now they watchin' while I'm doin' this
They pussy smell the uterus
You haters keep on hatin'
It ain't nothin' 'cause I'm used to it
See, me as a youngin'
Just eager to get a chance
Writin' in the lab when no one
Believed I could make a jam
But now I got my fans in
The stands with they hands high
They worry 'bout the morals I follow
And what I stand by
They say I'm nothin' new
I ain't got shit to say
Sit back and I'll change the world
You're in a different age
I burst your bubble, your struggle
Double the trouble
When dissin' with no rebuttal from me
Laughin' from another country
It ain't about tons of money
I'm here to open minds
They close the door on me
So I guess I'll open mine up
Who the fuck you think you are, Brand Nubian
Now they only playing the famous
Saying that they knew me then
I walk through the flood
See the direction that I'm moving in
Step into the blood
My soul is red like Louis Vuittons
Know I can choose to be the deepest rapper
Or write punchlines back to after the
Cheapest laughter that'll reach the masses
But now they wishing that
They peeked it faster, ain't wanna admit it
But they had to concede it
So I'm a conceited bastard
The flow is coveted love it
Your rose colored glasses
Many degrees to this rapping
But I completed the masters
Try to describe it and you
Run out of superlatives
This the real what you hear
On the radio alternative
They guessing what I'm making
But they ask to make conservate
Cause boy you see how pure it is
I earned what they said I wouldn't
And got it the way they said I couldn't
Fuck that
We're kicking down the door to get a foot in
Fuck that
We're kicking down the door to get a foot in
Fuck that
We're kicking down the door to get a foot in
To get a foot in, yeah, to get a foot in
To get a foot in
They told me I don't got a
Chance to be a rapper
Might as well just hit the books
And every time I went to shows I
Had these people give me looks
Now they watchin' while I'm doin' this
They pussy smell the uterus
You haters keep on hatin'
It ain't nothin' 'cause I'm used to it
See, me as a youngin'
Just eager to get a chance
Writin' in the lab when no one
Believed I could make a jam
But now I got my fans in
The stands with they hands high
They worry 'bout the morals I follow
And what I stand by
They say I'm nothin' new
I ain't got shit to say
Sit back and I'll change the world
You're in a different age
I burst your bubble, your struggle
Double the trouble
When dissin' with no rebuttal from me
Laughin' from another country
It ain't about tons of money
I'm here to open minds
They close the door on me
So I guess I'll open mine up