Rise Up by Ej Laflare Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ej Laflare]
I spit so much, that niggas call me "The Salivator"
Eating this beat like a fucking alligator
And all you niggas, ya'll are sweeter than some Now and Later's
I'm the type of dude to fuck a bitch, and call an hour later
I serve niggas so well, that I don't rap
I'm now a waiter
Niggas hearing me and Nate snap, and now want a favor
Ain't no coming back nigga, because you're now a traitor
You put that suit on, I guess you think you're now a savior
I get paid to be amazing
I was born in an asylum for the lyrically insane
And every single verse is from years of feeling pain
All my tears and all my fears are donated to this game
I guess you gotta start somewhere
Fuck a beef, cause underneath, there's a heart somewhere
And I want everyone to see me get on
What I spit is so real, you need 3-D headphones
After "I'm Not Typical", niggas think they know me now
They're on my jock cause I'm young, but it ain't going down
I ain't sick of these haters, cause hate is a disease
I'm antisocial with haters
I'm in parentheses
I just need a shisha pipe on my lap
And if hip-hop is dead, I'm bringing life to my craft
And nobody's perfect
And that goes for me too
But I'm an ass, so Imma shit on 'em, I guess that's what we do
[Hook: Nature Nate]
Yeah
We on the rise, but everybody's sleeping on us
Them other guys ain't got nothing on us
Yeah, them other guys ain't got nothing on us
We rising
We rise
(x2)
[Verse 2: Nature Nate]
"Okay, my name is Nathaniel
I got a friend named Daniel
And I am not a joke
Though I don't hang out with them friends that smoke."
That was my first bars ever, wrote them in kindergarten
Been on this shit since a youngin', my nig I'm still the hardest
Smartest, with dumb green
Pockets grew from the special garden
Retarded money
No lungs breathe, oxygen has departed
These artists, they choking because of Nate
My flow is a jug of mace forced down your throat
Watch you suffocate
Uh, I'll bust your grape
This shit ain't even a verse no more, it's a fucking rape
Run a train on the melody
808's 69 with my lyrics
I eat the fucking bass out
We eating while we eating, then go back for another plate
But face down
We up, we up 'till late nights turn into early mornings
I'm never yawning
I'm never sleep, but they still sleeping on us
They cutting corners
We're cutting wheat
Now that's a fucking harvest
Artists with Farmer's Market receipts
You reap what you sew
You eat what you grow
That's persistence with subsistence
Agriculture, you wouldn't know
Even though I got the flow
Tryna make it out of Dallas is like racing in a boat with teammates that never row
With your whole supporting cast lowkey thinking you'll never blow
Well, did no one know if his boat was ever gonna float?
Nope
He just had hope and faith
Now watch me laugh at you niggas as I float away
Nature Nate
[Hook: Nature Nate]
I spit so much, that niggas call me "The Salivator"
Eating this beat like a fucking alligator
And all you niggas, ya'll are sweeter than some Now and Later's
I'm the type of dude to fuck a bitch, and call an hour later
I serve niggas so well, that I don't rap
I'm now a waiter
Niggas hearing me and Nate snap, and now want a favor
Ain't no coming back nigga, because you're now a traitor
You put that suit on, I guess you think you're now a savior
I get paid to be amazing
I was born in an asylum for the lyrically insane
And every single verse is from years of feeling pain
All my tears and all my fears are donated to this game
I guess you gotta start somewhere
Fuck a beef, cause underneath, there's a heart somewhere
And I want everyone to see me get on
What I spit is so real, you need 3-D headphones
After "I'm Not Typical", niggas think they know me now
They're on my jock cause I'm young, but it ain't going down
I ain't sick of these haters, cause hate is a disease
I'm antisocial with haters
I'm in parentheses
I just need a shisha pipe on my lap
And if hip-hop is dead, I'm bringing life to my craft
And nobody's perfect
And that goes for me too
But I'm an ass, so Imma shit on 'em, I guess that's what we do
[Hook: Nature Nate]
Yeah
We on the rise, but everybody's sleeping on us
Them other guys ain't got nothing on us
Yeah, them other guys ain't got nothing on us
We rising
We rise
(x2)
[Verse 2: Nature Nate]
"Okay, my name is Nathaniel
I got a friend named Daniel
And I am not a joke
Though I don't hang out with them friends that smoke."
That was my first bars ever, wrote them in kindergarten
Been on this shit since a youngin', my nig I'm still the hardest
Smartest, with dumb green
Pockets grew from the special garden
Retarded money
No lungs breathe, oxygen has departed
These artists, they choking because of Nate
My flow is a jug of mace forced down your throat
Watch you suffocate
Uh, I'll bust your grape
This shit ain't even a verse no more, it's a fucking rape
Run a train on the melody
808's 69 with my lyrics
I eat the fucking bass out
We eating while we eating, then go back for another plate
But face down
We up, we up 'till late nights turn into early mornings
I'm never yawning
I'm never sleep, but they still sleeping on us
They cutting corners
We're cutting wheat
Now that's a fucking harvest
Artists with Farmer's Market receipts
You reap what you sew
You eat what you grow
That's persistence with subsistence
Agriculture, you wouldn't know
Even though I got the flow
Tryna make it out of Dallas is like racing in a boat with teammates that never row
With your whole supporting cast lowkey thinking you'll never blow
Well, did no one know if his boat was ever gonna float?
Nope
He just had hope and faith
Now watch me laugh at you niggas as I float away
Nature Nate
[Hook: Nature Nate]