"City Playgrounds" as written by and Talib Kweli Tony Cottrell....
What we have here
Is the Alpha and the Omega
I spit it
Bear 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 cuz, 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 all so 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 sick 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


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 sex 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

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