Luyện nghe bài hát Upper Echelon

Check it out baby, check it out
This upper echelon shit, what is this?

Welcome to the of Conscious

Brainiac dum-dum, the scientifical
You feel it all up in your soul, we spiritual
You heard I'm coming back, so scary I put the fear in you
I murder every track, cause the rhymers to stare at you
Real back, it's a miracle
Rap been laughable over the year or two
Reflecting like a mirror who is the real living proof
I'm back the classical shit, I pack lyrical
Substance like bowls of into a vaporizer
And then I vaporize ya', my paper may ya'
No need to brag on my paper cause I'm a
I vibrate higher, the truth liars
I who is like us
The lovers, the fighters, the writers, the
Cut the we could see the vipers
We cut the cause we the diamonds

Check it out baby, check it out
This that echelon shit, what is this?

I be listening to real shit, spit, like die hard feeling
Type of shit the fake niggas hard to deal wit'
I'm on a plane, I'm destroying em' while I build them
My threat can't be contained, so my name on Obama kill
Kweli the that you wanna be
the through darkness, the light is what's in front of me
Front on me you posers your insecurities
Supposedly it's wack and replaces of maturity
The purity you need to get in the is gone
Ain't no conspiracy, looking for someone to blame it on
Gotta pay a debt, a stale style and I made it fresh
Wait a second, got your girl wetter tomato flesh
Waiting on me with baited

Check it out baby, check it out
This that upper echelon shit, what is

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Walking through fisted, I'm lifted on something vicious
Everything is moving, I'm getting me a
Vintage, but the sky is my ascendant
My girl is or die, I'm avoiding the evil temptress
Ain't no who the best is
You like it stay the fuck out of my mansions
Pimping to the socks, and so is business
The all night workout like Fitness
Y'all niggas is adorable,
The that you get is barely audible
is ignoring you, why?
The last place in the world that you is a recording booth
Order suit, niggas is up
Petroleum a lab when niggas get swept up
Custodians of culture, to the future rap, DeLorean
I class up the joint the spit is