Talib Kweli, Bajah, Rubix - High Life lyrics

This the high life call it my life

This is the byproduct of beautiful love
Fit like a glove, what's good
My people I think we could
Get it you know we should
Hold it like it’s a grudge submerged
But, I just surf

I’m renting the universe
But the stars don’t fit and
My bars are too mega
Is the fruit of my labor
My plate is full of color
Arugula and rutabaga share the
Food with my neighbor
Truly innovative like Fela Kuti
And Ginger Baker

Moon raker, sun scraper
Will give you fire for the papers
Take you higher on the vapors
Sire of the flavor, designer of the caper
Executive executor direct when I'm on path
Flight without navigator, plight of a savior

Now what would Jesus do?
How you believe in Him? You
Don’t believe in you
The idea that you doubting I'm unbeatable
Vizzini in the princess
Bride - inconthievable
These MCs is eatable, wait - edible
I’m fishing with dynamite
Now I got a freezer full of rappers
Bastards I'm ten steps ahead of you
Incredible, give credit where credit due

Put passion into action
Mashing on the gas where them
Others they be maxing accelerate, generate
Power with my pen and pape'
Stimulate, you simulate
You do what I incinerate

We do it for the dinner plates
Musical we innovate you imitate
Your theory full of holes and so we ventilate
Damn it, never gonna say they love what
We doing on stage
Even if they don’t one quote
And the hate just integrates

They feel us like shade
You know we’re feeling great
Not a script that is writ'
This is how originals spit
It's an unconventional gift
Kwe we interpolate
Them others be herbin' it, the praise
We deserving it

Word, I love songs, writing to right wrongs
Continue to fight on
I’m putting the gloves on
I love horns, I'm loving this damn track
I’m loving the hand clap, it's the clap, clap
Loving it when you listen
"Love will fix it" said Ashford and Simpson
(That's right)
Living for the drums and the slums
Some of the best parts
The tourists never come
They run when it gets dark

Yeah, so in my idle space
They're funny like them bridal maids
Booking like we’re playing spades, yeah
We always make the grade fSC to get a fade
Valencia then to the Haight
Sucka free I’m in my space
Say I’m hella steezy, yeah
(yee) believe I get a so in
Streaking like a Martin
Sunny in Dolores, bike parking
Fly chick's sparking
Then we up the road to the
Phoenix some steady bar hopping
There's high life everywhere
Tony Allen rhythm is
Pattern that we living in
Kweli on his business
Everywhere we deep in this
Shawty’s gon' be speaking it
Oh, they so uniquely spit

The great debater, the saviour
The caped crusader the alpha, the omega
Your favorite communicator
News junky I’m debunking the myth
Of the job creators
Departed the conversation that
Started indoctrination
The flow is a thing of beauty
I’m bringing it as my nudey
You drinking it like a smoothie
They're spinning it like a sufi
Rappers, I dissect 'em
Collecting 'em like a souvie
Near they’re acting up I'm directing
'em like a movie
Skip the drama, this an action-adventure
They so freaking soft it should
Be against the law illegal tender
And yo, do I really need to mention
This is the high life

High life, high life high life, high life
Cause we be living the high life, high life
High life, high life
Yes, I’m living in the high life, high life
High life, high life
Cause, I’m living the high life, high life