Luyện nghe bài hát Upper Echelon

Check it out baby, it out y'all
This that upper echelon shit, is this?

to the Prisoner of Conscious

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

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

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

it out baby, check it out y'all
This that upper echelon shit, what is

to the
Walking through double fisted, I'm lifted on vicious
Everything is moving, I'm getting me a
Vintage, but the sky is my ascendant
My is ride or die, I'm avoiding the evil temptress
no question who the best is
You don't like it stay the fuck out of my
Pimping down to the socks, and so is
The all night workout like 24-Hour
niggas is adorable, incorrigible
The praise that you get is barely
is ignoring you, why?
The last in the world that you belong is a recording booth
Order suit, niggas is up
a lab when these niggas get swept up
Custodians of culture, back to the future rap,
I class up the joint the spit is