The Roots, Chrisette Michele, Wale - Rising Up lyrics

Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
I walked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
She told me that the radio's been playing
The same song all day long
So I told her I got
Something you've been waiting for
I got something you've been waiting for

Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
I walked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
She told me that the radio's been playing
The same song all day long

So get your glass
Lift it up in the toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
Cause we focused with it
We supposed to get it
You know me and my whole squad
We so committed we not the kids cooling out
On the sofa with it
We 'bout to dominate the globe
Like Oprah did it
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga

Well I'm a downtown shooter, who that?
The crown ruler is back
He kind of grew into the shape of a mack
Look how I do it, yo I'm taking you back
This how you rise down to the foundation
How sacred is that?
I'm from the number one place on the map
The generational gap
With yet another sensational track
And we don't stress for nothing
I just press the button
It's as simple as just making it hap'
To all the frauds stop faking, relax
And to the broads if you caking
Then clap then shake it
Without breaking your back
I know the world been waiting for that
You been aching for that
Cause what they playing on
The station is wack and I'm a legend in the
Flesh that dress to impress
The best is that which I
Accept and nothing less
My stacks is grotesque, my squad so fresh
You know it's Black Thought, and
Your boy the bro Quest, but

Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
I walked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
She told me that the radio's been playing
The same song all day long

So get your glass
Lift it up in the toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
Cause we focused with it
We supposed to get it
You know me and my whole squad
We so committed we not the kids cooling out
On the sofa with it
We 'bout to dominate the globe
Like Oprah did it
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga

Hip-hop ain't dead cause the pulse is in us
I got the Everclear flow, they mimosa with it
We are the hope of the culture
They 'posed to listen
And I'm supposed to pivot like I'm
A forward in the league i'm Oden with it
Yet don't owe them niggas
Nothing but potent lyrics
But, if you ain't got the dance
They revoke your spinning
So good rappers ain't eating
They Olsen twining but, I'm so committed
They have grown familiar
With the counterfeit hitters, they
So-so with it, but they are Sosa with it
They Mark McGwire with the written
I'm Rodriguez on the road to riches this
Is the fork I'm hitting
This is the trial-and-error era
No co-defendant i push the seed every time
Like I'm Cody with it
I said the one-hit wonders pneumonia to us
I don't know you niggas, hit the road
My nigga yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
I walked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
She told me that the radio's been playing
The same song all day long

So get your glass
Lift it up in the toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
Cause we focused with it
We supposed to get it
You know me and my whole squad
We so committed we not the kids cooling out
On the sofa with it
We 'bout to dominate the globe
Like Oprah did it
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga

Where my grimy figures at? Look
Lively addressing the captain
Show me where your first impression is at
And where your dedication to the
True profession is at
How you laugh? Answer me
What kind of question is that?
I'll show you where my rare essence is at
The adolescence of rap
The real muscle in the message of that
My name trouble I'm a blessing to rap
And you can check my stats cause worldwide
They attesting to that so nigga listen
You can probably learn a lesson perhaps
How I'm like Bobby DeNiro
Joe Pesc' and them cats
Am I the unsung hero? Oh, yes
If you asking anybody that's
Aware of the classics
They'll tell you I'm a legend in
The flesh that dress to impress
The best is that which I
Accept and nothing less
My stacks is grotesque, my squad so fresh
You know it's Black Thought, and
Your boy the bro Quest, but
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
I walked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
She told me that the radio's been playing
The same song all day long

So get your glass
Lift it up in the toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
Cause we focused with it
We supposed to get it
You know me and my whole squad
We so committed we not the kids cooling out
On the sofa with it
We 'bout to dominate the globe
Like Oprah did it
We getting paper like John Travolta, nigga
So let's go!