Rise Above Lyrics - What Goes Around - Statik Selektah

[Chorus/Hook:] 

Some days [?] 

A change has to got to come 

Got to rise above it all for 

We'll rise, yea I know 

[Verse 1: Astro] 

Its hard to walk these city streets 

Paranoia got the best of the youngin' 

Most of my childhood friends arrested 

Rest of them ducking 

Or doing nothing 

I stay off the blocks we played on 

Adore these tracks, I box daily like Avon 

They running like Omar coming, this ain't The Wire 

Still cats carry their cannons like Mariah 

I struggle today, then ball tomorrow 

I'm dedicated, the charts is minor 

This minor try son the legislation 

And be above all, F' the world 

I bust off, I see many but compared to less 

I'm [?] so duck 

Grind hard for the bucks 

Like [?] and [?] 

I'm the one hit wonder, you stuck with him 

See get the loot, like its 92' after the Rodney case 

I'm razor sharp on every chain 

But I don't watch karate tapes 

They looked at me and said, "He little, B, yo he probably based." 

I spit a verse, they noticed that is not the case 

I'm all they need 

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[Hook:] 

[Verse 2: Astro] 

Going all over the globe 

You wouldn't get far with this rapping is what I was told 

Now I be touching they souls 

Packing up shows with young and the old 

You fiending to roll? 

Stop 

You ain't see my vision 

Retired from the Bull like Scottie Pippen 

Now I'm in the kitchen cooking up heaters 

On Twitter, followed by leaders 

They watching, birds clocking 

Its my time in this game 

I entered the stage like Black Moon Say 

So get your Smith and Wesson 

And buck a shot for this youngin' thats reppin' 

8 seconds is lessen by this adolescent 

I got that organic, alienated real 

For all planets 

They tried to stop what made sense for dollar flow 

Added [?] still a cat padding like Calicoe 

I keep it original, dog, strictly for the city 

Still trying make more bands than P. Diddy 

But I ain't with the faking, you better recognize 

Like Sam Sneed, without a doubt I am what y'all need 

So check your need 

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[Hook:] 

[Verse 3: Dessy Hinds] 

Ugh huh...you already... 

Inner stardom's never born 

Unless its scorned by every lesson in disguise 

With digesting worthy progressive verses numbers in the pies 

Its only three eyes on the prize possession 

Tell em' niggas better hol' they weapons 

In y'all sections for this rap precinct that won't witness protection 

Opening sentences hoping these sentences could block cells 

On Brooklyn blocks well 

'Till they can't reach him like the top shelf 

Cause every letter bound to hit em with a hot spell 

On the dot, until its red hot 

And every art already touch arteries till' tec's drops 

That IllMindedChild pop outta tracks until your neck pop 

Commitment to the page is on stage in limited wedlock 

And the knots is tied to get more than 2 Chainz just for your dreadlock 

And every flame regains 'till your memory set up headlocks 

And its gone... 

[Hook:]