Comin' From the Lower Level (feat. Phil the Agony, Ras Kass & Talib Kweli) Lyrics & Tabs by Chops
Comin' From the Lower Level (feat. Phil the Agony, Ras Kass & Talib Kweli)
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Take it one day at a time
Combine all the thoughts from the mind
See through y'all like a Australian hundred
People still buzzin off the first single blunted
The beat'll just keep you enroute
So y'all can just party ya way out
Developin at the house
So when it comes time for me to put it out
I get my point off what I'm about
Depictin every word on my
To be the best weapon on earth
Symbolizin makin it work
Network, the date on my shirt
If I die my lyrics are legible
Cuz somebody in this world need 'em
Network, the date on my shirt
If I die my lyrics are legible
Cuz somebody in this world need 'em
Feed 'em to the hungry
Educate all the people amongst me
Spread 'em all across the whole country
I'mma die through valhalla
Slappin sixteen pimps like baguettes with baby powder
How high is elevation?
How much is too much?
Nine to the ten, (and) eight to the nine
My ho's rate like television networks prime time
My whole state asks me to stand on my shoulders
Tell ya soldiers we be bold like yo shanoya
They puttin bb, jay, shyne, and biggie on the same song
With p diddy, lil zane, ja rule, and 2Pac
If this truth fits, wear it biter, and through the socks (nigga)
Phil the agony, ras kass, kweli
I fuck with hoes from videos not then again I read
Respect ya for not me I be superficial
Money, hoes, and clothes, then let death kiss you
I write rhymes on backpedals of dusted cars
Trust these bars to get high enough to touch the stars
My dreams far to big for a box
I rock harder than fiends leanin on ya block
Steamin on some chocolate paper filled with the greatest
And got the latest devices on my head
It's all here as far as this rap shit
I let y'all niggas argue about who the nicest
Set my watch to crisis
Fundraise stack papers like isis
Twice as much you wanted first is what you get
Ya boy kwa about to let you forget
This the whole enchilada
And blows spotsa (sssssss)
Like soldiers lookin for osama
Go harder to the paint of stained glass artists
Lacin the chapel with bitches and papel saints
Yall ain't natural, y'all sweet like snapple drinks
This battle see what the big apple think
We hotter than bein on the beat
