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(Hook) Check it out y'all, check it out baby, Check it out y'all, check it out baby, Check it out y'all, check it out baby. This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, Welcome to the Prisoner of Conscious. (Verse) Brainiacs I'm done, bust it scientifical You feel it all up in your soul, we getting spiritual You heard I'm coming back, it's so scary I put the fear in you I murder every track, cause the rhymers like to stare at you. Real shit back, that is a miracle, Rap been laughable over the last year or two Reflecting like a mirror through who is the real living proof I'm back with the classical shit, I pack lyrical. Substance like a bowls of kush into a vaporizer And then I vaporize ya', my paper may surprise ya' No need to brag on my paper cause I'm a naturizer I vibrate higher, the truth break liars. I chose who us and knows like us, The lovers, the fighters, the writers, the exciters Cut the grass we could see the vipers, We cut the glass cause we the diamonds. Songtexte (Hook) Check it out y'all, check it out baby, Check it out y'all, check it out baby, Check it out y'all, check it out baby. This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, Welcome to the... (Verse) See, I be listening to real shit, real spit, like die hard feeling Type of shit the fake niggas find hard to deal with. I'm on a higher plane, I'm destroying em' while I build them My threat can't be contained, so my name on Obama kill list. Kweli the artist that you wanna be, moving the through darkness, The light is what's in front of me, Front on me you posers exposing your insecurities Supposedly it's wack, and replaces lack of maturity. The purity you need to get in the game is gone Ain't no conspiracy, stop looking for someone to blame it on Gotta pay a debt, took a stale style and I made it fresh Wait a second, got your girl wetter than tomatoes flesh Waiting on me with baited breath. (Hook) Check it out y'all, check it out baby, Check it out y'all, check it out baby, Check it out y'all, check it out baby. This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, Welcome to the... (Verse) Walking through a double fist, and I'm lifted on something vicious Everything is moving, I'm getting me a percentage Vintage, nothing but the sky is my ascendant My girl is ride or die, I'm avoiding the evil temptress. Ain't no question who the best is, You don't like the state then fuck it and my mansions Pimping down to the socks, and so is business The all night workout like 24-Hour Fitness. Y'all niggas is adorable, incorrigible, The prayers that you get is barely audible People is ignoring you why? The last place in the world that you belong is a recording booth,order suit, Niggas is gassed up, petroleum a lab when these niggas get swept up Custodians a culture back to the future rap the delorean A class looking joint to spit as valedictorian. (Hook) Check it out y'all, check it out baby, Check it out y'all, check it out baby, Check it out y'all, check it out baby. This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, Welcome to the Prisoner of Conscious. This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, Welcome to the Prisoner of Conscious. This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, This the upper echelon shit, Welcome to the Prisoner of Conscious. Aus Songtexte Mania