Questlove - Rise Up lyrics

[Intro] Rise up! Rise up! Rise up! Rise up! Rise up! [Verse 1: Del the Funky h*mosapien] The going get tough, they ain't tough, you're going Precipitate the motive of pain, the rain and omen Put it on 'em, I'm in my moment when I own 'em As things get easier, the tougher my tone is While I increase my hit count, they sit on the couch So when I fight the live wire, I knock the spit out their mouth Jump and stomp 'em up against the road So hard they get thrown against the floor It's all collateral damage, on the ladder of the janitor I mop 'em up with both hands on 'em As they lie about bygones be bygones They should keep their eyes on the speed of the pythons Uphill battle the upheaval they gon' know Time revolves, I reach past the ozone Look down, and piles of skeletons, old bones Old infrastructure reconstructed is home grown [Verse 2: Murs] Ain't no greater competition than myself Ain't got time to trip off anybody else Crossing me's a contradiction to your health Bro, you might just catch a Slug like the other half of Felt Self referencing, I come from a deficit I made my mark in the game and been a legend ever since I'm the nerd that nobody believed in Took a leap of faith and I jumped off of the deep end They was sleeping but I always kept my eyes up Once you hit the bottom, nothing else to do but rise up I stood my ground, took things from all challenges Who thought that I was weaker than the days on the calendar Year after year, all they saw me do was elevate Fans fill me up with so much love that I could never hate Started from the underground, I'm fighting at the street level Independent icon, one of the elite rebels [Verse 3: Fashawn] Ascended from the bottom, driven by my ambition Diligent my description, did it without permission Led by intuition like lead my ammunition Bred to be the victor instead of being the victim I don't play or pretend or plan on making a friend Can smell the hate in the wind, feel obligated to win Well-trained, you wasn't wit me a day in the gym Had to find an outlet for all the anger within Banging my fist against the kitchen table at night to block the gunshots, despite it I was able to write my way in the life From veterans I'm taking advice, they gave me j**els and hopes of illuminating my life I rose out the ashes, a pro had to practice In order to perfect this talent that I collected Obviously dedicated and I'm definitely destined Not under the impression I'm under your oppression I rise up [Verse 4: Black Thought] When I rise up I bruise, never broken I move with a short fuse, my wounds never open I swung and I caught dudes, my tools left them soaking in blood For my determination is just but a token My garland is bare knuckle brawling, ain't never falling My sword in the air's more than the warning of global warming When I'm strong-arming the brawn of a longshoreman it's a storm forming I hit as hard as George Foreman in a square circle When my intention is to hurt you I'mma better alert you That's where prevention is a virtue Be a body without a tomb, you're running out of fuel I'mma throw you a sonic boom, show you how to duel Bring you into the house of pain, putting out your flame When I finish you like a game your crew will get the same You tryna throw shame in my plans to make a name I'mma put it on a weapon and put it in your brain I'm a street fighter