Earning Potential

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Yeah, they said I need to change my name Who the fuck you think you are,Brand Nubian Now they only playing the famous, saying that they knew me then I walk through the flood, see the direction that I'm moving in Step into the blood, my soul is red like Louis Vuittons Know I can choose to be the deepest rapper Or write punchlines back to after the cheapest laughter that'll reach the masses But now they wishing that they peeked it faster, ain't wanna admit it But they had to concede it, so I'm a conceited bastard The flow is coveted love it your rose colored glasses Many degrees to this rapping, but I completed the masters Try to describe it and you run out of superlatives This the real what you hear on the radio alternative They guessing what I'm making, but they ask to make conservate Cause boy you see how pure it is I earned what they said I wouldn't, and got it the way they said I couldn't Fuck that, we're kicking down the door to get a foot in Fuck that, we're kicking down the door to get a foot in Fuck that, we're kicking down the door to get a foot in To get a foot in, yeah, to get a foot in, to get a foot in [Verse 2: Mac Miller] They told me I ain't got a chance to be a rapper Might as well just hit the books And everytime I went to shows I had these people give me looks Now they watchin while I'm doing it, they pussy smell the uterus You haters keep on hating, it ain't nothing cause I'm used to it See me as a young'n just eager to get a chance Writing in the lab with no one believed I could make a jam But now I got my fans in the stands with their hands up They worry 'bout the morals that I follow and what I stand by They say I'm nothing new, I ain't got shit to say Sit back and I'll change the world, you're in a different age I burst your bubble, your struggle, double the trouble And dissin with no rebuttle from me laughing from another country It ain't about tons of money, I'm here to open minds They close the door on me so I guess I'll open mine