Upper Echelon

[Hook]
Check it out baby
Check it out yall
This that upper echelon shit
What is this?
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the prison of conscious
Brainiacs said Im done, bust the scientifical
You feel it all up in your soul, we getting spiritual
You heard Im coming back, its so scary I put the fear in you
I murder every track, cause the rhymers like to stare at you
Real shit back, its a miracle, rap been laughable over the last year or two
Reflecting like a mirror through who is the real living proof
Im 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 Im a naturizer
I vibrate higher, the truth break liars
I chose who is 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
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I be listening to real shit, real spit, like die hard feeling
Type of shit the fake niggas find hard to deal wit
Im on a higher plane, Im destroying em while I build them
My threat cant be contained, so my name on Obama kill list
Kweli the artist that you wanna be, moving the through darkness,
The light is whats in front of me ,
Front on me you posers exposing your insecurities
Supposedly its wack, and replaces lack of maturity
Aint 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]
[Verse 3]
Welcome to the
Walking through a double fist, and Im lifted on something vicious
Everything is moving, Im getting me a percentage
Vintage, nothing but the sky is my ascendant
My girl is ride or die, Im avoiding the evil temptress
Aint no question who the best is, you dont 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
Yall 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
This that upper echelon shit
Welcome to the Prison Of Conscious