Back Again

What we have here Is the alpha and the omega I spit it Bare witness to the greatest and the latest They try to hate us Witness the evolution of spitting, it's wicked and it's decadent Revolutions per minutes, every time the record spin Retribution for cynics, like a stick-up kid with weapons In Brooklyn, they say I run it, the 'Natti is checking in No matter the terminology, blood splatter artistically It's looking like a Jackson Pollock painting, it's a mystery Really should be brothers united against the industry The Africans diaspora scatter at shattered history The game missing me, rap is so repetitive Although I ain't your blood or your cous', it's all relative I got a gang of rhymes And Tones' beats is banging We moving through the streets like we're slanging dimes It's magical, how the track is so classical The cats who got gassed up in their sweats like Plaxico I'm back from my sabbatical Voice of the future, black radical Keeping all the damages collateral Listening to instrumentals Thinking about all the things I've been through The music is just a peek into my life, it's a window It's so high tech and it's also simple Even if I'm knocked down, I don't stay down Even if I get down, I don't lay down Hotter than the tar on this empty playground Hotter than the tar on this empty playground Hey yo, I'm taking all bets and settling all debts A giant leap for man begins with a small step From a sword to a set To my people on the picket line Who's sicking of getting treated like them aliens in District 9 I juxtapose my business model with my spirit What, I'm just supposed to keep you comfortable with the lyrics? I know the flow's disturbing I know for certain just because you know all about the artist Don't mean you know the person You don't know me I run labels These unstable rappers is so phony I try to listen but they're boring as missionary position So I'm shitting on these niggas like dysentery conditions I'm sitting on the throne, you dreaming that it's empty soon Nobody feeling you, you're screaming in an empty room (Holla!) The tree that fall in the forest, nobody hearing you Even though you fall the hardest Don't get me started Listening to instrumentals Thinking about all the things I've been through The music is just a peek into my life, it's a window It's so high tech and it's also simple Even if I'm knocked down, I don't stay down Even if I get down, I don't lay down Hotter than the tar on this empty playground Hotter than the tar on this empty playground Yo, I built up my defenses When I'm left to my devices, time gets suspended More than DMX's driver's license My music's steady, not affected by the higher prices People having s*x in the streets like Dionysus You know what my advice is? Fuck my advice, live your life Stop tripping like everything amount to crisis I make the sacrifices My history is black as ice is I don't think that I can trust you if you're lacking vices I never miss a beat, the liquor make me slurred It takes my words, tries to twist them like a Swisher Sweet With sticky herb American History X, your teeth'll hit the curb It's easy 'cause I'm ill with the wordplay I still flip the bird, like Jeezy Strip it down, now it's exposed I suppose my flow is the emperor's new clothes Although I'm always by myself, I never ride alone The music is on then I'm right at home, zoning --- Back Again - Talib Kweli, Reflection Eternal and R.E.S.