Live Up Jean Grae (Ft. Talib Kweli)

[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