Comin' from the Lower Level - Talib Kweli, Ras Kass, Phil Da Agony

Hard way o' livin

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

Lyrics like a maze

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

Family first

Depictin every word on my verse

To be the best weapon on earth

I’m steppin on turf

Symbolizin makin it work

Network, the date on my shirt

Prayin it works

If I die my lyrics are legible

Somebody read 'em

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

Yeah

Ras gladiate fowla

Imma die through valhalla

Slappin sixteen pimps like baguettes with baby powder

How high is elevation?

Depends on the mind

How much is too much?

Depends on the crime

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

Hold ya damn phone

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

Yeah

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

Don’t hold ya breath

This the whole enchilada

My flow’s hotta

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

To cali with minx

You on a brink