Glass Ceiling
Macklemore, Prometheus Brown, Travis Thompson, Sir Mix-A-Lot
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Yeah Live from occupied Duwamish territory Where Geo, Saba laid the bricks for Trav to tell the story Of a youngin' from the Baum We grew up skatin' sippin' forties With Bayani on the nano with a Microsoft recorder, yeah Swan dive down my mama up at Swedish Hit the hill the first day To find some Whiskey and a free bitch That was back in '96 And the fourth that we defeated While he laid up on the court I was toasting to this season So an L never new to me Fell into the foolery Your favorite rapper in the back Well move let the students see I can tell it's all an act I can smell a movie scene How y'all be from legendary cities and still do the lease? Could it be us? I mean it wouldn't be dog If it's a ceiling, I'm shooting up at it all night long So stick your tongue out (shots are falling now) I come now (while they falling you) run out Don't be styling my come up when I come out They gon' see, play your part or take a seat I know I'ma be a legend Why the f*ck I'd wait to be? Take the kids up out the town But you can't take it out the team, Ty my dealer Mama's crib in sweats and slippers Hit the weed It don't get realer than me The clock done cut it's red tail Its a wave if you don't know it You could drown or parasail This shit sweet like the revenge And all this hunger pairs well With some homies who were really there to tell, who was really there The Taco Bell on Broadway used to hit different (hit different) Orange soda with the monarch we mix it (mix it) Fast forward true story, I lived it Take the torch and run when Mix gives it (ooh-ooh), now I remember when the scholars sold out the Chop Suey I hit the u-ey, the line was wrapped around the block And if it wasn't for Geo and Saba Letting us open at the paramount for the scholars It might have changed the as Paying us a couple hundred dollars I might not be in this house, looking over the water And I don't know if I believe in karma But I got daughters and I ain't eating at five point ever F*ck an omelette I watched Wordsayer, I studied Tribal (that's right) I'm top five of all time with the live show I walk up on the hands of people like a tight rope And sold out key arena five times with my eyes closed Whose counting? Whose doubting? Whose mounting? Bringing motherfucking team Whole league getting rowdy With a six team that the city can be proud of Now the deal's been inked, me, the owner of the Sounders', ooh And I'm going to bring back the Kingdom 2030 something mayor when I get grown Until then I ain't giving up this throne 'Cause the homie from Ambaum already got his own And the region still waiting to blow, even though We been seeing explosions for like ten years or mo' Now the outskirts thriving but the city lost it's soul And the OG's dying in the time we need them most We were beefing over coast, now we beefing over post Is you writing or channeling a in your cloaks? Guess it don't really matter I'm just rooting for my team Cooking for my people 'til the day we finally see Liberated cold ceilings territory, I'ma be With the people who acknowledge me for me Not the people tryna network or get some shit for free In my inbox, sayin' what's good we gotta link (tap in with me one time) I miss this shit I don't miss the attention Still a blue scholar just in case you had to question Beat rock, 'til I get reverted to the essence Northwest 'til I get deported for my pigment (Oh my God) Who me be? M-i-x L-O-T, man Glass ceiling that's the drugs we doin' Ain't no limits here baby, here it come Do you remember me? The black seed with hood needs The hood greed forced me to chase feeds and get freed I concede my pop hits was paper makers Gotta get my mama out these projects 'cause I'm a shaker The nurse at the King County jail I was sucking in game She was bringing in mail The city is in me Y'all can't bend me I was full of good game Spiked out of envy Here I sit, a few platinum hits Am I cool with this shit? Nah hear this The Emerald Street Boys for life If it wasn't for them I'd be humming a slave hymn, for him Blessed to be called by Mack and T-X-T The city's in good hands It's easy to sleep I'm good with the business This is a door cause That fat motherfucker got balls, eat 'em (Oh my God)
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Written by: Travis Thompson, Benjamin Hammond Haggerty, George Quibuyen, Anthony Ray
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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