Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cypress Hill
Cypress Hill
Performer
Eric Gardner
Eric Gardner
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Freese
Louis Freese
Composer
Senen Reyes
Senen Reyes
Composer
Demerick Ferm
Demerick Ferm
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Morello
Tom Morello
Producer
B-Real
B-Real
Producer
Jay Turner
Jay Turner
Recording Engineer
Jim Scott
Jim Scott
Recording Engineer
Kevin Dean
Kevin Dean
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ryan Williams
Ryan Williams
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my soul With the dope theres no girl Im on a one way box to the top Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block Im in the fast lane and I wont stop You aint nothing but talk You Couldnt hang on the rope by ball This life that I live It aint for the weak Got my roddy gangster that came off the street Im trying to keep the peace But I gotta keep my pace Got these drunk police Want me all rappy And I'm searching for the higher ground I want my head in the sky So high that I cant come down Leave your lies in every town across the nation Cause you can never stop to play Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top) Cant stop (How high can you get?) Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top) Cant stop (How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up (Rise Up) Rise Up (Rise Up) Rise Up (Rise Up) How high can you get? Cruising in the drop chevy Got my foot on the floor Im hitting switches and my brim is heavy You wanna look inside And see whos crossing the brine Curiosity is killing you With stick in the prime I get high from the brim in the set Never gripping the square But all you haters couldnt hold my. Dont need a clip for my? straight You should leave it alone And check your toe cause my line will spit This right heres as high as it gets Somebody likes it.the hell Cause you stepped on the sex But guess who will show you, you gotta pass the check Got my clock on deck and my custom vest streets You came, for me I'm the best And you can keep the dress Cause I'm smoke at the less Turn a step back I'm tired of getting pushed Gotta rise up to the top (to the top) Cant stop (How high can you get?) Gotta rise up to the top (to the top) Cant stop (How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up (Rise Up) Rise Up (Rise Up) Rise Up (Rise Up) How high can you get? I go psycho Crazy Michael Myers Except the stages on fire going higher Cause when I lean on a flyer Theres so much more to make the whole city rise This defines a man to get the whole world lifted Wall man trying to make a land with a mission Theres no way you can stand in this position You cant take the heat get the fuck about the tension Go with the will to hustle, you see if we hit the floor youll never stop it you aint got the muscle Were going to world top, homeboy this is the show We gotta blow up the stage be out the door Sometimes we all nedd an escape So when we form our track Well get your mind while we get the stat I made a pack with a crew on the hill We continue to build with all the people who believe their bill Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top) Cant stop (How high can you get?) Gotta Rise up (to the top, to the top) Cant stop (How high can you get?) Cause what goes up must come down So we gotta rise up to the Higher ground Rise Up (Rise Up) Rise Up (Rise Up) Rise Up (Rise Up) How high can you get?
Writer(s): Senen Reyes, Demerkk Shelton Ferm, Louis Freese, Thomas B Morello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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