Talib Kweli - Comin from the Lower Level lyrics

[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 [Hook] [Ras Ka**] 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 (n***a) Phil the agony, ras ka**, kweli I f** with hoes from videos not then again I read Respect ya for not me I be superficial Money, hoes, and clothes, then let d**h kiss you [Hook] [Talib Kweli] 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 sh** I let y'all n***as 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 gla** artists Lacin the chapel with b**hes 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