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Uplift Lyrics - The Master - Rakim

Levantore 

Yeah, it's just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level 

Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal 

Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal 

In a thug's paradise where love have a price 

So we love for life like thugs love the night 

They sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights 

Some hug mics to the world, hung like parasites 

The likes lethal, the mics lead you 

A sneak preview, watch what we do and what the hood teach you 

I still see through the eye of a needle 

So I can watch people cause slug backwards is evil 

 

Levantore 

Yo, what's this? Yo bust this. Yo it's time to up lift 

They think all we do is bust clips and puff splifs 

And plush whips and clutch chips and touch chicks 

Flont rocks like Fort Knox and hog blocks 

Taunt cops with more props and we want not 

Panhandling with your mans and them 

Scrambling, gambling, plans to win 

While the cops clock em, thieves flock em 

Women watch em, traders wanna top em 

Ay yo what's the problem 

Before the narcs knock em opposite playas plot to rob em 

The ghetto got em, my man said it's rough at the bottom 

 

Levantore 

Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse 

We went from 1st to America's worst 

On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth 

There's more prize for one another, and call shots 

12 00 Til the next ball drop 

All year around plus they shuffle non stop 

You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top 

My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me 

And everybody's side of the street'll be celly 

Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money 

And earn money and watch the century turn 20 

 

Levantore 

We all should, from the woods to the big city and the small hood 

Everybody should be welcome to the ball if we all could 

But we fall cause we brawl, yo it ain't all good 

We need to play right, stay tight with ya air alight 

Keep your game tight, no need to play trife 

Get cheese from the daylight to the late night 

And it's shouldn't take death to appreciate life 

Before a lot parish, we got to cherish if Allah let us 

Let's give prop and merits till the block flourish 

In this metropolis, stay on top of this 

You know what the prophet is, be prosperous 

 

Levantore 

Now we networking 

Respect the next person, it'll be less hurting 

Or left lurkin, while we kept our dreads working 

Connect set for certain, total networking 

Last chance to advance and stash grands 

If you have plans to have fam and mad land 

Own shine, condone crime or hold 9s 

I know what the problem is, killing our own kind 

To my flame throwers, train sober, remain soldiers 

Stay sane so these pretty dames can hold us 

Terror terrain rollers and Range Rovers so the train goers 

Claim your fame, maintain, till your game's over 

 

Levantore 

Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse 

We went from 1st to America's worst 

On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth 

There's more prize for one another, and call shots 

12 00 Til the next ball drop 

All year around plus they shuffle non stop 

You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top 

My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me 

And everybody's side of the street'll be celly 

Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money 

And earn money and watch the century turn 20 

Levantore 

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