Glass Ceiling Travis Thompson (Ft. Macklemore, Prometheus Brown & Sir Mix-a-Lot)

[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]
Yah
Live from occupied Duwamish territory
Where Geo, Saba laid the bricks for Trav to tell the story
Of a youngin from the Baum
Who grew up skatin' sippin' forties
With Bayani on the nano and 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
Like 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 least
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
You run now
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 fuck I'd wait to be
Take the kids up out the town
But you can't take it out the team
Sign my deal in mamas crib
In sweats and slippers
Hit the weed
It don't get realer than me
The cloth I'm cut is rare as hell
Its a wave if you don't know it
You could drown or parasail
This shit sweet like the revenge
And all this hunger pairin' well
Just a youngin' with some homies who were really there to tell