Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Fuck y'all motherfuckers, fuck your fame Fuck your team of niggas, fuck your 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 crack—go 'head if you Feeling that. I know you gon' give me flack for it. "She Wacky, black. We, as a people, should stand for it" Surprise, nigga. I'll open your eyes bigger—no, not for them thighs I have been destined to rise higher than all this [Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] We came too far to give up So now we just got to live up I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow See, we so high when we get down And once you fly, can't forget how I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Outcast, misfit, the chick don't fit Outlast your quick shit, cliques, hits, boasts, beefs Wrists, 'fros, the gold teeth, trend brought back The shitloads of switched dress codes—damn jeans. "Damn, Jean You still rap? You're still a fucking thorn sticking Yourself into more war? For what?" I'm so happy that you asked! (Applause!) To crack jaws To black eyes, to change mind, to crack joke, 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-school queso Not to get poked on Facebook or fame, no Just kidding. This is for the same dough Same lane-playing, same ball, same park, same glow [Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] We came too far to give up So now we just got to live up I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow See, we so high when we get down And once you fly, can't forget how I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man [Verse 3: Jean Grae] 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 just imagine The hurt—I've learned ignoring. My person is the person In the verses' stories vs. the person in the first-person stories Vs. the person to disperse the stories No diversity that's worth exploring, not commercially Personal boredom can lead to shit that makes it worser for 'em I welcome it 'cause Hell's a flaming bitch, I'm working for him It's queer. You gonna shaft or pack her in the rafters This year? Or tag her "backpacker stack" and slap her rear? Whatever. I'm irrational, passionate Clear, living in a moment you never will come near [Hook: Talib Kweli and Jean Grae] We came too far to give up So now we just got to live up I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow See, we so high when we get down And once you fly, can't forget how I live high, forget lows And I fly, and I grow, keep it moving, man