I’m Back

By Lowkey

On Dear Listener

Released on October 20, 2008

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A time for us, some day there'll be a new world

A world of shining hope for you and me


[Chorus]

*scratching* I'm back!

*scratching* Did you forget about me?

(x4)


[Verse 1]

What's happening, I'm back off the wagon, smashing this rapping thing

Rappers think they're dapper, it's sad, the badness they're babbling

Chatting about packing Gatlings and battling, I'll batter them

My adjectives are like daggers in javelins that stab your skin

Not challenging, maggots are blagging, fraggles are haggling

Back with a classic to snatch your status off these Plasticine

I've dabbled in, madness, how I've handled it is baffling

I'm trapped in sin and damaged within, but still I have to win

Aiming to break the pavements and take it straight to the majors

Make all of my favourites famous, I pray that today it changes

I patiently pave the way for a day that we make the papers

The haters are staying haters, they're fakers, they're blatant traitors

Though satan's chasing my status, I'll break away from the matrix

They laid us to waste of phrases and slaving for slave-made trainers

And blazers, complacent Pagans who strained to escape the Masons

Who gave us the AIDS and plagues and not blaming my brainless patrons


[Chorus]

*scratching* I'm back!

*scratching* Did you forget about me?

(x4)


[Verse 2]

Put on my Air Max, and walk around a day in my shoes

Look at the bare facts, and talk about paying my dues

You realise every bar that I'm saying is true

Phone in to cuss, any DJ that ain't playing my tunes

In a drought, consider me the Guinness Stout

No I'm not the biggest or baddest, I'm just the illest out

His bars might sound good when he spits them out

But would it mean something if you were looking at it, written down?

I can't front, like the way I'm living is perfect

Can't look at the cards you got, saying you didn't deserve it

Selling poison to people, that isn't my purpose

Knowledge of self, that's the flipping gift that I'm cursed with

People's Army, all my guys organise properly

Feds wanna commit, borderline sodomy

Bring coppers in choppers, you all can try stopping me

Every tune's a chapter in my autobiography


[Chorus]

*scratching* I'm back!

*scratching* Did you forget about me?

(x4)