Live Up

[Verse 1] Fuck y'all motherfuckas, fuck yo fame Fuck yo team of niggas, fuck yo name I could crush y'all cold, ice, diamonds. profane prolific I'm Cobain but living I'm "Don't Explain" Billie Holiday's, spirit, you feel it... In your veins, heroin addict conceal it like the pain I revisit every time I do a line, more rhymes for nothing So what's my time for? Writing off? I endorse nothing, but me, shit No product but free speech, prophetical Sleestak, nobody can reach me, go tweet THAT, Greasy I'm the preacher of freedom rap, just freedom from being wack, no Perry, Madea crap, go head head if you feeling that I know, you'll gon' give me flack for it, "She's wack, we black, we as a people should stand for it" Surprise nigga Go open your eyes bigger, no not for them thighs, I uh, I'm destined to rise higher We all is [Hook: Talib Kweli] We came too far to give up So now we just got to live up [Jean Grae] I live high Forget lows And I fly And I grow [Talib Kweli] See we so high when we get down And once you fly can't forget how [Jean Grae] I live high Forget lows And I fly And I grow Keep it moving man [Verse 2] Outcast, misfit, the chick don't fit Outlast your quick shit, cliques, hits Boasts, beefs, wrists froze, the gold teeth Trend brought back, the shitloads, of switched dress codes Damn jeans "Damn Jean, you still rap? You still a fucking thorn? Sticking yourself into more, war? For what?" Well aww I'm so happy that you asked! Applause: To crack jaws To black eyes To change minds To crack jokes To chastise To toast drinks To expose To promote THINK To post links To face foes To erase foes To face those who ain't know To chase free caseloads with other free caseloads But never to catch a case though, old skool, queso Not to get poked on Facebook or fame, no Just kidding This is fo the same dough Same lane playing yo, same ball same park, same glow [Hook] [Verse 3] You gon' have to let me in at some point Eh, you probably don't 'Cept at gunpoint And if I said I had a gun it'd be a cliché Plus, it'd be a gun Plus, be in your face Welcome to my purgatory The urgent story in a perpetual state, ignoring If you can imagine the things it burdens on me You can imagine the hurt I've learned ignoring My person is the person in the verses' stories VS the person in the 1st person stories VS the person to disperse the stories No diversity thats worth exploring, not commerically Personal boredom, can lead to shit that makes it worser for them I welcome it, cause hell's a Flaming bitch Im working for him It's queer, are you gonna shaft her pack her in the rafters this year? Or tag her backpacker stack and slap her rear, whatever I'm irrational, passionate, clear, I'm living in a moment you never will come near [Hook]